Smoke Filled Rooms

Gathered at the grave we pay our homage, To the grand and the ominous relics we so cherish. To the great life giving force that Has indeed given me room for displeasure. Inhale the pollutant and exhale the desperation, In a vain attempt to grasp life's puzzles. I see this distorted picture of you. A hysterical comment offers itself, And I pray this moment will never end. But as the sun greets the edge of the world, our minds drift downward... to a more delusional hue... the color of our smoke filled rooms.