Rafik87

Inhale, exhale, the smoke surrounds,
A moment's respite, a fleeting pleasure found.
The rush of nicotine, the calming of nerves,
A brief escape, a temporary curve.

But what of the cost, the toll it takes?
This dance with fate, what's truly at stake?
The slow decay, the damage wrought,
From each inhale, the life we've brought.

A paradoxical act, a twisted game,
To indulge in what may cause our pain.
The empty promises, the lies it's taught,
A temporary high, a lifetime lost.

The smoke, a veil, a foggy shroud,
Obscuring the truth, a tempting cloud.
But in this act, we must be wise,
Or risk sealing our own demise.