You light cigarette after cigarette
In this dark room
Single occupancy only
The smoke dissipating into the musk
The room is bare
Table chair ashtray you
The cigarettes never run out
The ashtray never fills

You want to stand and leave
Step out that door that sits ajar
Letting in the merest sliver of light
Through which you glimpse
Familiar faces you can't quite place
Calling for you in voices
Hushed concerned brave bright
The people pass
Their sounds fade

You feel weighted down
Bound to this chair
With stiff leaden limbs
It seems like you've been here before
Yet this cell is unfamiliar
How did you end up here
Capture accident own free will
The cigarette burns to ash
The ash crumbles to dust

There is no time or space here that you can sense. The room is getting comfortable and somehow you no longer feel that pressing need to leave. Did you have an existence beyond these countless cigarettes? The memories flee your grasp, and your thoughts are slowly going...e v e n w  o  r  d  s d   o   n   't   f    o    r    m     a     n     y     m    -