The Moments of Bliss

Sadness has crept in.
It is full of weight.
The feeling of glee is too late.
My life is full of sin.
It constructs my head to spin.
The bathroom floor has become my home.
It is where I end up when I scream and moan.
My breath becomes quite thin.

With a flick of my finger;
The lighter sparks.
The distinct smell kreeps through the walls.
My smile starts to linger.
My fingertips make their marks.
My happiness calls.