Boy of Ash and Cigarettes.

She said my flesh was ash
And my tongue composed of cigarette butts.
Breathe like a toxic plume.

I killed her slowly;
although, she loved every second.

Mein schoen Maedchen.
Until one day when she stopped.
Her lungs blacker than night.
The north star lost beyond recognition.

That night I died inside
(And fell into the ash tray among my brothers)