Within the haze, a silent call we hear,
The whispers of the smoke, so near,
It cloaks the air with deathly grace,
And leaves no trace of life’s embrace.

The ember’s glow, a fleeting light,
Consuming all within its sight,
A breath of fire, a touch so cold,
A story of demise, so bold.

The lungs are filled with clouds of grey,
Each puff a step towards decay,
The heartbeats slow, the shadows creep,
As dreams dissolve into the deep.

Yet in this fog, a choice remains,
To break free from the smoky chains,
Embrace the life that’s clear and pure,
And find the strength to seek the cure.