smoke filled lungs

give me the fire
this right here won't light itself
for i need to breath
in this desease if nothing else
fuck my health
my eyes already breaking
lack of sleep, increase of thought
about mistakes that i am making
about the breathes i am taking
and what seems to float in air
i continue to break personal promise
i never thought i'd dare
i just don't seem to care
say what you must
the flame accompanies the cold
and i just want to bust
i just want to thrust
myself into fire
my mind lies to me always
so inhalation i desire
my insulation: expires
i gave most of it away
as i grasp the bit i have left
it refuses to stay
so i let go of the heat
and embrace the cold yet
there be any disagreement
of these thoughts that are set
don't take this as a threat
that's hardly what this be
i just want to turn fire to smoke
and let it be free.