This life This life

It’s long and short,

with many expectations 

that all can’t be done.

I’m sitting here

craving a smoke

Breathing in

out

imagining the feeling of 

losing my breathe 

During sex,

the touching, the fucking

I lost track

I’m losing my breathe

blowing the toxin out of my lungs

the damage done in seconds.

What’s so wrong with it?

A cut, some blood

A smoke, some cigarette buds.

It’s all the same

This life This life

It’s long and short

I just want a way out