Coffee steams mixing with the bitter
texture of cigarette smoke devouring
everything that was ever bright and
As a last gasp for redemption I lean
towards, over, and out through the
computer generated illusion of an utopia
long lost by the hands of man
Hands stained by sorrow and hatred.
Hands of no virgin but from only a
man with empty eyes
As empty as the alleyways under
the moon but still above the
The smoke spreads through the
dry air infront of my screen.
I watch the last ember of my cigarette
burn out in the emptiness and i ask
Where did it all go?