Breathing closer to the end. ( short )

You hold it between your fingers,
You can't live with it and you can't live without
Puffing smoke in and out.
How does the death taste in your mouth?
You turn back to it, more than you think.
Its killing you and how can you be so indifferent
How it seems from my eyes, i need you for another year.
Your hazardous addiction is going to leave me alone here.