Cigarette Daydreams

A damp night engulfs the road ahead. An oppressive oblique nature reveals itself through thought. Each step taken aches the mind and body, to distract, a previously lit cigarette distracts these nuisances. Thinking engages. A realization enters- thirst for annihilation: the philosophy of this cigarette between these very lips. Brought into existence through spite, it beckons, nearly condemns, its creator. A grave sin is committed, and it is the grave sin of creation. 

Control is within my own hands. Does this control cause this reaction of resentment? Is the cigarette so angry it's crawling, every so closer to my lips, is an act of aggression? A bite of firery teeth is avoided. Inversely, another thought colludes this previous. 

Comparatively passionate, does the cigarette yearn to love me, however tragically the cigarettes fiery kiss is intolerable to I. And I a thief of its good-willed nature, unappreciative, adultered. 

Moreso, alas, it is more likely a plain vice. I breathe out smoke, breathe in relief, and cough out my lungs.