The smoky room in the corner hut,
Where life is fogged and breathing cut.
Horrors of the heart burning alight,
This is where begins all the plight.
Rasping coughs rising in the air,
Gasping for breath in utter despair.
As death between the fingers slowly burns,
Many still think that life never returns.
As the smoke goes in and back it comes,
A part of your heart silently numbs.
The leaving smoke leaves with some life,
Is it better to be dead than face some strife?
You know it all and still you smoke,
Perhaps you desire to cough blood and choke.
Making life an unending joke,
Your burning cigarette and the poison smoke!!
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