Smoking poerty

I’m a smoker
a poetry smoker baby.

inhale it
the sadness
darkness
surround me
exhale it
smoke…. smoke
smoke of melancholy
nonsense!
or is it life
fools
full of heartless souls
a fire
a fire without heat…
like a word
love
empty
without emotions
what is a human?
too many
humans
human without emotions
i guess hate
hate is the new love.