Up in smoke

As I sit here and watch the smoke twirl off my cigarette, I realized that the smoke going up in the air twisting, bending, going higher and lower, like an erotic dance from hell. I sit here and wonder if that smoke is a sure sign of the nightmare to come. But yet I can't look away I'm mesmerIzed and a little shook. I'm addicted to the chaos, this smoke just won't get of mind. And now other thoughts come flooding, like a dam bursting. And all sudden I'm trapped and this smoke that once made so happy, is choking me and blinding me, and now I'm crawling trying to find the exit, but I'm lost. Thoughts of my daughters, my son, all the good time and bad times. Then I wonder how could this of happen as I feel the oxygen get forced out, and carbon monoxide creeps in, I realize that this must be a nightmare, or is karma for destroying so many people with that special smoke, for all the families I destroyed supplying their habits. Or karma for ashes of the ######## I left behind. And now I take my last breath and close my eyes excepting my fate. My lungs explode and my eyes Rip open and I'm covered in sweat laying in my bed, I realize it was all a dream and I reach for a smoke.....