Cigs...

I am not a fan of cigs. I find them quite repulsive, but when i find them i feel they need me. Or maybe i need them. To my surprise I keep them. Often stashing them away until one day i have a few hours to myself. I am not a bad person, but sometimes want to do BAD things. Singing and cigs don't mix, still i find myself intrigued. Cigs... the escape from myself for a moment. Why escape? I ask this over and over again. I am not a bad person, but sometime want to do bad things. The sky seems so bright, yet i tend to find the darkest corners. Thoughts seep deep into realms of blackness. I never seek cigs, but they occasionally seek me. I am not a bad person, but i sometimes..seek Bad things...