Bad Habbits

Just once and in a while, not too often.
Please tell me about your own bad habbits?

Despair was rising out from the heart.
Crushing the feelings out of it.
Pale was the face which was,
Spectator to its inevitable death.

Smoke filled the eyes.
Anguish rose in spiral webs.
Gloomy was the mind,
Yet the man stood
Thinking highly of himself
Smoking a piece of death

Life sighed behind!