Life Of A Cigarette

His life is a sanctuary,
But the sanctuary has dimmed.
Solace in his place of rest.
Life of a cigarette.

His work is dangerous,
And taboo in all forms.
Death on a dinner plate.
Life of a cigarette.

"Invisible demons," This man would claim,
"Have latched their claws upon my soul."
This was because the need was deep.
Life of a cigarette.

On frosted nights he'd start the hunt,
With only lonesome ghosts to restrain him.
He'd sell another cluster of soul.
Life of a cigarette.

On a humid night he got a call,
The wages called for their work.
But nothing goes as it's meant to here.
Life of a cigarette.

The man crouches in an alleyway,
Waiting for Judgment.
Judgment comes with steel in hand.
Life of a cigarette.

The man now has a new sanctuary,
But all as dim as the first.
His torch for hope is now burned out.
Life of a cigarette.

Reviews

[Kayla]

Wow!! This was really good. Very strongly worded. I liked how you put "life of a cigarette" at the end of each stanza. I really liked this!! Good job!!