"Cigarette"

You're your own worst enemy,
yeah, you know this so well,
as you choke down the smoke,
that slithers down your throat.
The chemicals, they ebb and flow,
they're killing you, oh so slow.
Tossing the butt to the ground,
you give no thought to the sound,
of the water, where you'll drown.
It's rushing up to greet you,
so tell me love, sink or swim?
This cigarette, it speaks,
it says: "Smoke me, and feel free,
But you'll soon succumb to me.
I'll put you in the ground,
If you don't put me down."
So am I a cigarette?
The more you breathe of me,
you choke, cough and wheeze?
You spit up the blood and phlegm,
from that black, smoker's lung.
All I tried to be was,
The cure for your cancer.

-Just playing around with rhyme, rhythm, and metaphor.