The addiction hold ~

Dragons the smoke, the flame that burns as my breath begins to choke. The control the content the emotions began to shake, will I always crave the hidden dangers that heat the oven of my lungs to bake. The thought of stress leaving my soul, as I puff this stick from young until I grow old. The flicker of the flame starts the process in this enteral pain, each lung filled with dust from our past, what will be the award, what is the gain. Time is now, the ember turns from glow to grey snow, the end of pain falls to the earth below. Show me what will come, teach me who I will be, will this age me into a man I wish to not see or will I drop this addiction like an anchor into the sea.