Smoke

Everything that I love turns to smoke.

It billows out from nothing

Laughing at my cries

Holding the charred remains of the last dirty joke

As if they know how it died

Everyone I that I've loved has turned to smoke

They come in single file and exit two by two

As if they knew what was to come

That I'm happier in the rain than the sun

And now every day that has come has turned to smoke

Still I hesitate to ask the great above what I have done

As it crashes through my system

Creation laughs at one

With nothing but

All there ever was.