In the dim light of a lonesome night,
A flicker of flame ignites with fright.
The ember’s glow, a silent plea,
As smoke curls upward, wild and free.

A breath of death with every drag,
The lungs they choke, the heart they lag.
Invisible chains, they bind so tight,
In shadows cast by nicotine’s blight.

A dance with danger, a flirt with fate,
Each puff a step to an early gate.
The mirror shows a face grown pale,
Yet cravings call, frail hearts prevail.

The echoes fade, the night grows still,
The cigarette’s end, a bitter thrill.
Ashes fall like dreams once bright,
Consumed by fire in the silent night.