So.

I have been lit. My life has begun-

Begun to end.

Ash by ash, puff-by-puff my life is sucked away from me.

I cannot escape, there is a filter blocking my way.

Death is inevitable.

Only my soul will ever escape this harsh life.

Ascending to the sky to a heaven it may never see,

As my ashes, my memories fall to the ground.

For years I have been lit, slowly but surely waiting for my fall, my death.

With each puff I age a little bit more, I get a little older, a little wiser,

A little more decrepit-

The ones who smoke me, the people who suck away at my life are the people I love,

The people I hate.

Every time I encounter them they each take a puff, until one day I will be gone.

I only hope that when I am gone, body and all,

That those who smoked me, took part of my soul with them.

If only for a second even.

If only for a second I was important, I was the thought on top of everybody's mind.

Now I wait to burn out.

I am waiting for this same routine of my life to end.

Life is all the same and people are all the same.

In the end, though we may be different brands, we all serve the same purpose.

Our lives are the same, and we all ascend to the same place.

We are all destined for the sky,

the clouds; we are all destined to look down at our former home.

Life is short, so just hope that for just one moment you were enjoyed.

Just remember everybody is a cigarette,

We are born when we are lit

And we die when we burn out.