• Ashes to Ashes
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    In the shimmer of a trance, the humming sound of dashing black rain
    caresses the ears of the one inhaling the thickening pain.
    In a moment, of infinite night, only one bleak light
    dares to burn, leading misery into fleeting height.

    Each puff of smoke confirms the hearts empty layer –
    the cue of darkness overpowering even the sincerest prayer.
    Breathing in portions of the gray screens frantic aroma; rooted,
    for a fraction of time; slender hands trembling, feeling diluted.

    Lifting the butt to soft lips, inhaling deeply to calm a cry,
    to cradle the gentle voice of forgotten days, over and over. Lets deny
    the weary truth which came with this mornings crimson sun –
    seeping through a velvet dress, onto the skin which has been marked as done.

    The eerie words had echoed through the telephone, a voice so amiss –
    etching hefty footprints into the minds tender cement. A sudden hiss,
    from the deflating air balloon of hope, joins the wicked dance of despair
    across the cracked glass of life's line, towards the seat of anguish's chair.

    Ashes fall from the tip of the cigarette onto the table, mixing with dust.
    Half-way burned down – the light dew of glossy eyes turn to rust.
    Summoning delicate waves of coughs, which soar into the dark
    woods of weeping silence. Vulnerability rasps – left to bare the mark.

    Slowly lowering the butt into the ashtray – tongue left sour;
    starring at the dimming light rushing to the end of its hour –
    knowing the minutes fled from the throbbing fingertips of father time's mind.
    At last, warmth steps out, leaving bitter tears of acceptance behind.

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