Cigarettes of Death
Cigarettes of Death1 min 23.5K 1 min 23.5K
A flicker of spark and ashes fall
As your lips lean in close
Your two fingers toying with it
A wisp of smoke escapes from the end
Out it spirals like a snake in wait
Teasing you, tempting you
As you wrap your lips around the ' Stick of death'
Sealing your fate to this death bond.
Mesmerized thou are by the smoke stream
Gazing at the smoke rings dissolve into Air
A poisonous mist, shimmering pale
Engulfing you within, and all that's around
Ensnared by this smoke box
A Prisoner of your own creation
A drag here, a smoke there
Becomes this constant pack in your hand.
A beautiful irony
This self- orchestrated murder
A guilty pleasure every now and then
A deathly routine chaining you till the end
This road to hell lit up by stubs
As you puff away
To your pitiful end
In you go to the awaiting pyre
Clad you are in a sheath of white
The ashes that fell covering you now
A flick of the wrist, bright you burn
The cigarette ends and so do you.