You know how it happened,

How it all came about.

Your lungs, they are failing.

You rot inside out.

You’ve been warned all your life

Time and again

That smoking will only

Bring death in the end.

Still, you downed

A Pack every day

And now that your older

The time’s come to pay.

The money you’ve spent,

The breaths you have lost,

Are still not as bad

As the ultimate cost.

So now here I sit

By your hospital bed,

And know if I leave

I won’t see you again.

Your eyes, they grow hazy,

And with your last breath

You ask me forgiveness

For all of this mess.

And with that you lose

The battle for life.

The weapon was smoke,

The sharpest of knives.