In the shadows of the night, a flicker and a flame,
A dance of smoke that whispers, calling out my name.
The silent killer lurks, in every breath I take,
A haunting presence, a shadow I cannot shake.

It wraps around my soul, a cloak of grey despair,
Each inhale a surrender, to a poison in the air.
The ashes fall like tears, marking time’s cruel hand,
As dreams of freedom fade, like footprints in the sand.

The whispers grow much louder, with every passing day,
A siren’s call to darkness, leading me astray.
The chains of smoke are binding, pulling me below,
To a world of silent suffering, where only shadows go.

Yet in the heart of night, a spark of hope remains,
A chance to break the cycle, to cleanse these smoky veins.
For though the path is hard, and filled with endless fight,
The dawn will bring a new day, and lead me to the light.