This is the hundredth cigarette disappearing
In the night through autumn leaves choking
Some hungrily looking thousand stars
I think about you
How I lost path for hollow ends
My mind devastated for suffering
Caused by the darkening truth of soul
Ash falls again on the ground
And hides into the nothingness where I
Linger with it blindfolded as universe
With its eternity of lifeless eyes
Only for the tip of the hundred and first
cigarette the light in my heart survives
Endless disputes and arguments of
How to change what once was
Make us forget about the future
In which only we are free
This is the hundred and second cigarette
And it's closing time as it seems to be
You went to bed (the day is lost)
Why is it that every time I open my heart
Something sharp but shapeless comes out
To **** and devour your alleged hopes
To lie or tell the truth (it matters not)
To take something back
And torture that something with silence
For silence remains around
Taking more space still until
Tomorrow the light will return
With future holding the keys to happiness
Then I'll try once again
To burn your fears
To end our pain