In the shadows of a glowing ember,
Lies a story of silent surrender,
Wisps of smoke, a fleeting veil,
Conceal the heartâs quiet wail.
Inhale deep, the poisonâs embrace,
A fleeting escape, a rapid chase,
Through the haze, the mind does wander,
In a maze of smoke, dreams squander.
The flicker of flame, a siren’s song,
Draws the soul where it doesn’t belong,
Ashes to ashes, the circle spins,
In a dance with death, nobody wins.
In the end, just dust remains,
Echoes of pleasure, lost in pains,
Smoking’s grip, a cruel jest,
Leaves the heart forever pressed.