• Love like smoke,
    slipping through my fingers.
    Smoke of a thousand fires,
    burning to ashes.
    My heart emptys,
    makes room,
    then fills again,
    with this useless, lovely ghost of a thing.
    Howls fill my mind.
    Shrieks resounding through my bare soul.
    But it's all wispy,
    fake,
    and nothing I want anymore of.
    The smoke surrounds me,
    blinding me.
    But it's addicting.
    I breathe it in,
    trying to fill myself with something again.
    But it's thin,
    and fills me not.
    So I lie here,
    trying to breathe,
    as my pupils fade to pin-points.
    And the smoke surrounds me still.