A deadly smoke rises.
Let it bench in my lungs.
Let it procreate and expand.
Let it fill you with filthy air.

That air is a poison,
that you search for.
It slowly kills you,
but you don’t know it.

It rots you on the inside,
and turns your smile into a dark yellow one.
Only good words you used to spit out,
but now you spit bad breath.

Breath in,
Breath out.
Now you are staring at your grave.
It killed you, I told you.

Think about the times,
your mom and dad warned you.
Now you are 6 feet below
your foolishness and neglects.

How many times do you need to puff,
to make people think you were “Buff”?