Tears of smoke

In the darkness,   
 I watch my lighter spark,  
 as  it imminates  my face, I can't help but feel sullen disgrace.
My lips, suctioned so tightly!, to my pipe.
Cynosure aspersions I inhale until suffocation takes hold,  the smoke epitomized a sheild ,
that kept my heart sealed..the oblivion became my home
...my tears dripped,  full with smoke , but nothing changed.
The picture remained the same..who's to blame?  
By tanja taylor