Ash-flavored Release

Like our episode,

It all started with a flame.

Why do I get the feeling that

I've accomplished something

When I smoke?

I put my lips around the tip

Like I did to you once

And suck

But instead of drawing out

Your moans and heavy breath

I fill myself with smoke

I hold it in a moment

And let it churn with my anger

Before I spit (sound familiar?)

The cycle repeats

And I look forward to each drag

But, like us, it doesn't last.

In the end, all the heat

Is crushed into the ground

Like I was.