Smoke.

The smoke that enters my lungs consumes me

It calms me

It cradles me

It understands me

The smoke that enters my lungs is deadly

It toxicates me  

It poisons me

It hates me

The smoke that enters my lungs helps me

It soothes me

It hugs me

It loves me

The smokes that enters my lungs is just an illusion

It's a killer that deceives me

And although I know this, I keep breathing it in

And I feel myself growing dead.