Cigarette Addiction

Wandering Widow

Wispy smoke fills the room
A wandering widow that has no groom.

She wraps around your hand
twists and turns like the sand.

You laugh, you cry, she's not shy
She holds your hand and then you die.

In a wake she does not care
she has found her new affair.

You lie cold in the ground,
for twas her on which you drowned.

She is harsh and has no soul
but your love for her is always full.

Until one day when you least expect
She stabs you through your talking neck.

You grunt and gargle to no avail
She has your voice and you cannot tell.

She was born of evil and for someone's greed
and for that you will ride on the black steed.

To Hades you go with no more breath
Where she awaits alongside Death.