In the quiet corners where shadows dwell,
A flicker of flame whispers tales untold,
The smoke curls up, like a gentle spell,
Binding the soul in its hazy hold.

A dance of embers in the midnight air,
Promises of solace in every puff,
Yet beneath the allure, a silent snare,
As breaths grow shallow, and life gets tough.

Ashes fall like dreams scattered in the night,
Each one a memory of battles lost,
The smoke, a veil that obscures the light,
Hiding the true and counting the cost.

Yet in the heart, a spark of hope remains,
To break the chains of this smoky haze,
To find the strength that quietly sustains,
And walk away from these shadowed days.