The Dusty Smoke
The Dusty Smoke
The perils that awaits you
Glittering in the background
Just like the aurora borealis.
An unusual soul with an
Amative heart approaches you
Chanting the synonyms of death.
And assures you the peace and pleasure
That you always needed.
But one day......
Knowing nothing you fall into it.
You subside.....You cease......
And your dreams wane along with the
Dirty smoke.
They won't let you down.
They may not die.
But one day.....
When your heart bleeds
Your dreams heals........
And they cover up all your scars.
You fights the dilemma with
The wordings of your success.
Your eyes shine brighter, the arc on your lips turns more wider.
But one day.....
You look yourself in the mirror.
Your wrinkled skin, your frailed hair,
Your weakened muscle whispers you
The name that the unusual soul with an amative heart gifted you..CANCER.....!
You start hating this soul
Whom you loved the whole.
You feel dead inside.
But one day.....
You stop blaming yourself.
You open your eyes sheds all the sunshine out.
But one day.....
You see that same soul with an amative
Heart slowly entering into other's mouth.
And spreading the dirty smoke around.
In that dark dusty frame work with letters written in bloodred....
"SMOKING KILLS"