You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur.

A gold packet of king size with a regal insignia.

An attractive implication towards glamor and wealth.

A subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed you royal and loyal friends.

And that my friend, is a lie.

Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion.

Written in boring, bold, black and white, is the statement... That these neat little soldiers of death, are, in fact, trying to kill you.

And that my friend, is the truth.

Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I'm addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.

And that starts sweet ends bitter.

And that which starts bitter ends sweet.

This is why, you and I love the drugs...