The Ashes of a Dying Soul

The smoke curls up like dreams once bright, Now fading, lost in endless night. A boy with shadows in his eyes, Chasing peace but never wise. Each drag pulls him closer to the edge, A fragile heart, a broken pledge. His mind a storm, his soul a wreck, The world just spins, no way to check. "Advance," the brand that lets him drown, In nicotine, where he's bound. The ashes fall, like tears unsaid, A life untold, a path misled. He's lost in smoke, can't catch his breath, Fighting hard, but tempting death. The silence screams, the darkness calls, He smokes away the hope that falls. A boy who stares into the void, In his chest, nothing but noise. Each exhale a bitter prayer, For a world that doesn't care. But all that lingers in the haze, Is the boy who's lost in endless days. No solace found, no peace in sight, Just a cigarette, and the endless fight. "In the smoke, he finds no light, A boy who lost his will to fight