Coated lungs

Smoke soaks in to my blood.
Tar lines my lungs like a blanket.
Nicotine pumps through my veins.
My stone cold heart is blackened by
My will to live.
I breathe slices of death each day,
Yet I feel no pain.
Left/ right which one will go?
Black lined lungs,
Blackened heart,
Blacks my will to live
Addict coated lungs.
Can't kick it, don't sweat it.
Don't fight it. BREATHE IT.