A lucid glimpse into my past,
Stings me beyond reasonable doubts.
I led a depressed life,
One I tried ending with a knife.
Staring into my pool of tears,
a grotesque image of me appears.
Reflecting my regrets,
One of which;
were my sober nights of cigarettes.
I was baptized in its flames,
Days without drags drove me insane.
It was a friend turned foe,
It killed me without further ado.
I lost my sense of living,
My world came, crumbling.
“This darkness must be buried.”
I growled! Making use of my last breath.
But, Lo! it was too late,
For I had already seen my death.