Strike the match, here comes the spark,
That lights up your eyes
And smothers the dark
With its fiery lies.

It breathes heat
And its tiny flame dances
Before your eyes you greet
The light with fighting glances.

And yet you wonder
How so beautiful a thing
Can shake your thoughts, get under
Your senses and ultimately bring

Sheer misery and death,
The wrinkling of your skin, the hanging
Of your eyes, the fog of breath
And the fatigue of a mind that's banging

To have one more, to light it up and get
The exhilaration of one more, just one
Cigarette.
After that no more, I promise, then I'm done