I remember tripping once, in my dark room, in my small bed.
I remember seeing in my minds eye, a memory of an event from earlier that day.

A person I used to know had offered me a straight cigarette,
while we conversed about the price of turntables and the availability of substances.

My thoughts from this night wandered into context. 
And he was the devil and I was signing my soul away for this cigarette.

I still smoke cigarettes.