A Synthetic Soul
Smoke
The last hit I'm holding
blurs my vision and
fills my lungs.
Oh how I don't want to let go,
breathing deep
exhaling smoke.
Dancing with the wind,
blue to grey.
Embracing what I love.
Finding I'll remember the taste
this breath leaves me forever.
Leaving my next that seems to follow,
not to phase, or any less hollow.
Though still seeming to soothe.
Easing the pain of each way you lose.
Reminding me when I come back to you.
Missing the last breath that let me go.
My eyes are flickering flame
straining not to show the shame.
Only a guess of what you miss,
less than the way we limit the ways we live.
Please smoke, singe my need
touch my sense by your gentle kiss.
Pausing for the moment.
It seems to move and kill.
It leads me to my misdirected ways.
Again the warm air I took in,
seems frozen and lets me go.
Leaving my lips dry and cold.
Climbing slightly higher.
This all was real,
until I took a breath.
blurs my vision and
fills my lungs.
Oh how I don't want to let go,
breathing deep
exhaling smoke.
Dancing with the wind,
blue to grey.
Embracing what I love.
Finding I'll remember the taste
this breath leaves me forever.
Leaving my next that seems to follow,
not to phase, or any less hollow.
Though still seeming to soothe.
Easing the pain of each way you lose.
Reminding me when I come back to you.
Missing the last breath that let me go.
My eyes are flickering flame
straining not to show the shame.
Only a guess of what you miss,
less than the way we limit the ways we live.
Please smoke, singe my need
touch my sense by your gentle kiss.
Pausing for the moment.
It seems to move and kill.
It leads me to my misdirected ways.
Again the warm air I took in,
seems frozen and lets me go.
Leaving my lips dry and cold.
Climbing slightly higher.
This all was real,
until I took a breath.
