A Kind Cigarette

It's nights like these,
when shaded heavens
and frostbitten skies
upset my mind unstable.
Buried beneath false despair,
rescued by the glow of shadows;
thoughts of action breed inaction,
as a specter-raven tears
the delicate weave of reason.
The weight of heavy heart
and the unraveled mind--
victimized by tired senses.
With a sigh of relief,
I sign away resolve,
embracing sinful pleasure:
a kind cigarette.