A Ballad of Cigarettes and Health Injuries

In our current reality where shadows dance and murmurs weave,

A story of hazard, a story to imagine.

Cigarettes, an unobtrusive snake's appeal,

Using wellbeing wounds with a foreboding alert.

Underneath the moon's delicate and smooth shine,

Tobacco's rings in obscurity develop.

A puff, a murmur, a secret undertaking,

Touching off blazes that wait in the air.

Gracious, cigarettes, backstabbers in mask,

A disguise of delight, a round of untruths.

Breathed in dreams of transient joy,

Breathing out laments in the cold of night.

Each thin stick, an alarm's call,

A deception, a dance in a smoke-filled lobby.

They allure with guarantees, tempting and shrewd,

Entangling the breath, as life turns out badly.

Severe kisses of nicotine's hug,

Abandoning a waiting follow.

Tricked by the coal's entrancing glimmer,

Into a maze of wellbeing limits.

Lungs, once flawless, presently bear the scars,

Scratched by the dance of those misdirecting stogies.

An ensemble of hacks, a wheezing refrain,

A demonstration of delight changed into torment.

The ashtray spills over with leftovers of time,

A cemetery of minutes, a worldview.

Cigarettes, the designers of quiet rot,

Creating wellbeing wounds in shadows' artful dance.

However, in the profundities of the smoky chasm,

Trust gleams like a meek kiss.

For those trapped in the snare of smoke,

An opportunity for recovery, a way to repudiate.

Break liberated from the chains of tobacco's hold,

Embrace a future where stories unfurl.

The fight against the snake's misleading,

An excursion to recover what wellbeing wounds drain.

Let the undeniable trends blow away the cloudiness,

Exile the smoke, uncover more splendid days.

In solidarity, we stand against the charm,

Opposing the toxin, the wellbeing wounds dark.

For life is an embroidery, woven with care,

A material of minutes, valuable and intriguing.

May we pick shrewdly, with every breath we take,

What's more, oust the snake for the good of our own.