For the Love of Cigarettes – A sonnet

As tendrils of black smoke invade the brain,

The lungs do slowly gasp out loud for air,

In shame they hide their faces behind hair.

Death courses through the blood within their veins,

They do not think of loved ones and their pain,

Who sit amongst the living dead and stare,

Who know not to waste time on silent prayer,

And still they sit and think their fate distain!

But one can hope someday there'll be a way,

For those too weak to break the bonds that hold

A love so evil braver men fall prey.

Within the heat turns slowly to the cold,

And to a better place they fly away,

A place where most men go when they are old.