In the twilight’s quiet embrace, a spark ignites,
A slender stick of solace, whispers of forgotten nights,
The first drag, a bitter kiss, a lover’s gentle sigh,
Inhaling dreams and sorrow, as the moments pass by.

Each puff a fleeting waltz, in the air it sways,
Grey tendrils curl and vanish, in a hazy maze,
The world seems softer, hidden in the shroud,
Yet lungs cry in silence, beneath the smoky cloud.

The taste of ashes lingers, on a parched tongue,
Memories of freedom, now trapped and hung,
With each exhale, a part of life escapes,
Leaving shadows deep, in its ghostly drapes.

Oh, the cost of comfort, with every breath we take,
A dance with death, for fleeting pleasure’s sake,
In the mirror’s gaze, the truth is stark and clear,
Cigarette smoke, a thief of life, ever near.