Lethal Habits

Ethereal forms appearing,
and they swirl and jump and tumble.
My allies of this hour,
fervent dervish, sons of fire.

Am I father or a host
to this madness I partake?
As I breathe your life out
will you stay and watch me wither?

Are you a friend or just a crutch?
Beautiful man-eating vines.
Will you kill me or I’ll just die?
What’s the price of redemption?

Whitey dancers, as you entangle,
speak at least, or give me laughter.
Do I kill you so to live?
Or just pause your existence…

And I bid you fair goodbyes,
friend assassins, see you soon.
Through this smoke just met it’s end,
soon another shall emerge.