Cigarette smoke.

Looking at the pale sky getting paler every day
all the warm colours they all seem to fade away
All the sunshine becomes rain
and all that once was pleasure turns to pain

Holding my breath inhaling the smoke
my lungs feel empty and i feel like i choke
but i know i can't, because i'm bound to live
bound to not receive and be expected to give.

Trying so hard not to feel the pain
to relinquish the memorie
and feel it wasn\'t all in vain
knowing that i can be

the rising sun has never felt so cold
knowing you\'re not here with me
it feels as if my heart\'s been sold
as an act of misageny

that smoke now forming a cloud
of thick sorrow
unabeling me to breathe or see
just sucking up the particles and misageny
the same way as i suck up all the agony when i breathe
that little bit of death
we call our breath
supposetly - cancerfree,..

We don\'t care if people get hurt
we just light another one up
knowing that they\'re equal to dirt

the rain isn't falling anymore
could there truly be hope
i'm wanting to live although my heart's sore
for i don't know how much longer i'm able to cope

liberation now so close
and nicotine's limiting it's dose
i\'m feeling more lucid then yesterday
all the agony's draining away

knowing that there was nothing i could say or do
that could've possibly be better to you.

-In memory of my effort,
for the girl i loved
Roy.