A Cigarette

She lights up her cigarette shakingly.
The chemicals get to work with one puff.
Relief runs through her blood stream,
And she knows, everything will turn out ok.

The words exchanged at the end of the night,
Traveled through her mind in her sleep.
Reality feels like fiction, “This can not be right.”
She says as she sadly weeps.

She lights the cigarette and inhales,
Her lungs begin to call out in anger.
Her heartbeat races and disrepairs,
The smoke rises ending one unhappy chapter.

The music is playing softly in the background,
Soft music, music from another time.
She lays, painfully, clutching her heart,
She reaches for her cigarette that burns all lies.

Her tears scramble her face,
But still her beauty remains firm.
All the pain gathers from every single past day
In her heart and makes it stern.

She cries out as the broken pieces lay
The silent screams fill the ears of the walls.
They pity enough to listen to her shame,
For they will never speak of this as arbitrary talk.

She dies inside as her memories crumble.
Happiness seems so much farther than it was an hour ago.
The smoke clears every thought that stumbled,
All these years that have ended tonight.

She closes her eyes, and whispers softly through her pale lips,
“Good night my love, it was never meant to be.
I am to slumber now, and in I slip.”
There is no one to watch her, no one to care or to speak.

The cigarette falls from her girly fingers
Into the abyss of unspoken words.
One last breath as her lungs gave way and no longer linger
Through the pain that created a storm.

Reviews

[Perfect Mistake]

A very good way of conveying emotions through cigarettes. Smoking helps the pain from being to much. Anywat great poem, had good heart at the end of the poem. Good work :3

[Max Hernz]

I love Metalocalypse! I'm a fan of dark...

[MoriartyMesa]

Well, next to actually making me light one up, pour another drink and find a dethklok song, I liked the dark brutal images in this.