Smoke?

Smoke smoke smoke
all my cigarettes little one.
I lie i lie i lie
when i say theres nothing wrong with them.
nichotine shoots to my brain making me numb.
little innocent one might ask? ''you smoke these cigarettes how come''
But i cant answer anyone. i'm addicted to this satisfaction, this little breath that slowly eats me from the inside and out. The little pleasure that can't be compared to anything. Addicted to this, i could save myself, if i wanted to. but what if i don't? what?