In the whisper of the night, a spark ignites,
A cigaretteâs glow under city lights,
Inhale the warmth, exhale the pain,
Chasing solace in a fleeting flame.
The stench of tar, the taste of death,
Each drag a dance with mortal breath,
A silent killer, cloaked in mist,
With every puff, life is dismissed.
Ashes fall, like dreams decayed,
A fleeting moment, then it fades,
Promises linger in the smoke,
As lungs and hope together choke.
A battle fought, a war within,
The cigarette, a tempting sin,
In every ember, stories untold,
Of lives cut short, and hearts turned cold.