Shades of Smoke

Ten Feet From The Floor No Disturbances From Here Air Escapes With Each Breath Awaiting The Smoke To Clear The Bitter Aftertaste Of A Martyr In Disguise Just The Cause And Effect Bleeding In Their Eyes A Subtle Collapse Of Reason Bearing Its Ugly Face The Smokes Still Clearing Drifting To Another Place Shall We Soon Follow Sifting Through In Shades Disappear Into Nothing As The Essence Fades The View Is Lost And The Shades Have Sleeved A Mere Disappearing Act To The Eyes That Believed Sudden Shades Of Smoke Filter In The Distance They All Endure Coming Down And Exit To Existence