The Cigarette

Roasted, crisp and fresh you are
when you are released from the pack,
And placed upon the hands of the smoker.
You smell like a firm plant,
your essence mild and rough.

Your journey begins when you're lit
the flame ignites the madness in you,
the air that you breathe,
makes you feel powerful and majestic,
you feel like you own the world around you.
Ferrying even the smoker
to a different world.

But you tend to forget that,
you are just a mere substance,
burning to its end.
you are a skinny tool,
made just to satisfy him.

Your journey lasts
until he smokes you to death.
Now you are just air,
waiting to spark another one of your kind.