In a cloud of gray, it softly whispers,
Promises of solace, but delivers blisters.
Each breath taken, a dance with death,
A silent thief, it steals your breath.

The ember glows, a fleeting spark,
In the shadowed corners, leaving its mark.
Inhale the comfort, exhale the pain,
The cycle continues, again and again.

Lives entwined in its smoky grasp,
A fleeting moment, forever to last.
The lungs cry out, a desperate plea,
For freedom from this toxic sea.

Yet still we cling, to the smoky haze,
Ignoring the cost, lost in the daze.
A future dimmed, a life curtailed,
By the silent killer, so often hailed.