Despite the ever growing, ever knowing effects of smoking, they continue to indulge ourselves with this cancerous treat. Ignoring the symptoms and signs, until it is far too late. Even worse than the harm they bring themselves, they go on- oblivious to the damages inflicted on to others. They waltz the streets plaguing the lungs of others as well as themselves.
Whether on purpose, or by accident, we all smoke the stale air polluting the world...
Note: I wasn't too thrilled with my previous entry for the contest, so I decided to go with another undead themed piece. You may take it as you will.