Slow, Silent Killer

With each breath she takes,
She breathes in the poison.
Not knowing the cancer that is growing,
Feeding off of her and getting more potent.

Two a day to two packs a day,
She burns down each one with ease.
I hope and I pray that when she leaves,
That it is quick and fast and not a painful one.

With filthy, dying black lungs,
And a painful, disgusting cough.
She fights the sickening urge for another,
As a bad way to elude this addiction.

Knowing that there is nothing I can do,
Is so painful to bear as the truth.
I cannot and will not watch her die,
My sister is more to me than you know.

Seeing her throw her life away,
Is something I cannot stand to bare.
This addiction is too overwhelming,
It is a slow, silent killer that does not play fair.