It Fades Along With the Smoke
Inhale,
Exhale.
Numb to sensation
Emotionless pulsation
Travels up the spine
Tingling, stinging divine.
My own frailty
Does not betray me
Push the envelope,
Tighter, grows the rope.
Play with fire,
Dance on razor wire.
Unstoppable ignorance
Furthers the always expanding dissonance.
Just breathe in the smoke
There’s no need to cope,
False stimulation
Fends off foretold trepidation.
Lungs inflate,
Reality begins to deflate.
Vision blurs
Twists and slurs.
So empty,
Fate tempts me
Push the envelope,
Tighter, grows the rope.
So hollow,
Transparent rules swallow
A generation of perfection
Young and lost; without direction.
Inhale,
Exhale.
Copyright © Derrek Bovee | Year Posted 2010
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