I'm ruined. I'm like smoke searching a way to escape from your lungs and when it’s finally free, mixing with the air, ready to disappear, to re-born...you inhale it. You just take a deep breath and smoke crushes with your chest, faces with your heart, opens it and makes it home. It wants revenge, it wants to escape from your body, from your weird soul where there's left nothing but dead butterflies and and the itsy bitsy spiders crawling all way high. But it can't. The thing is smoke never really disappears. It just stays in and kills you slowly,ruins you. As it ruined me, As I'm ruining you.