i see you in my destruction

when my cigar ended
it created a flower with ashes
like a line with many dashes
I didn't know there is beauty in crashes
a lot like your eyelashes
I hoped for something destructive
but it turned out to be instructive
telling me destruction could be constructive
I only heard death is life
that our potential comes from strife
death wasnt so tough
there was no blood no cough
it was some slow stuff
killing me puff by puff
on the judgement day you will be sued
for you a killed a soul so amused
and when you meet him in hell
you will have this story to tell.