Ignore it if you’d like
But the smoke is merely
The precursor 
If you continue to ignore
The hell knocking
On your door
You think you can handle
The silver man 
You think the fire in his eyes
Is benign 
But that billow in your belly
Speaks truth to you 
Better find the source 
Of the flames 
He’s burning your world
He’s begging you to read
His warning signs.
But you ignore him
You ignore the 
Smoke filled phlegm 
Pooling in the back of your throat. 
Who will you cry to when
It’s too late and  
You are but a pile of ash?