The Foretold Death

Inhaling toxic fumes
Riding a slow drift to death
A drowsy inhabited brain
A cut in the vein
Without any rest

When every breath could be your last
Blowing out smoke like a continuous chimney
Transmitting diseases with every shot
Ruining your life with everything it’s got

Consequences for every age
Depression and panic attacks
Withdrawal symptoms to the max!
On the slow drift to death

Exhaling the passive smoke
That will make you choke
Smoking your life away
To the regretted fate
Crashing into the foretold death…