Lighter to Lighter

I live from ligher to lighter.
From foil to foil.
Pen to pen.
Straw to straw.
I don't need food to survive,
I need a cigarette to pull me through.
From one day to the next.
Day in, day out.

I reside in a place where;
One person has food,
And we all have food.
If one person has cigarettes;
We all have them.
If one person falls;
We all fall.
And we fall hard.
So hard...
We rot if we can't get up.

Some of us never do get up.
So we crawl.
We crawl so low...
Sometimes we lay.
And we lay for hours.

We don't hit rock bottom.
We ARE rock bottom.

I'm fighting a losing battle.
In fact, I AM the losing battle.
Sanity is gone.
My stomach is in a bowl.
The mirror doesn't lie.
My eyes are aged and dull.

I am corrupted.
I am tainted.
I hug hollow shells
And I kiss empty pens.
I lust for lust
And fuck because I can.

I am the losing battle
There is no victory.
There never will be.
Life is a losing battle.
And sadly, I'm here to stay.

But it's okay.
At least I have my lighter.
At least I have foil.
At least I have a cigarette...
To carry me through tomorrow.