Kiss of Death

With one flick,

The end grows bright.

With one puff,

The beautiful toxins cloud your brain.

With two puffs,

A black cloaked figure grows nearer.

With three puffs,

You make out what you are gazing upon.

With four puffs,

You begin to feel the cold on your breath.

With five puffs,

The figure removes his hood.

With the last puff,

The angel of death kisses your head.