transitory utopia.

i can smell the cigarette
you just smoked a few minutes ago.
i can see the cynicism
in your eyes, the tired look on your face.
i can feel your finger, at
this spot where you burned yourself once.
i can taste the alcohol
swirling in the bottle...
i can hear the humid night
turn a blind eye, and say 'forever.'

deeper and deeper into the darkness
i spiral out of control.
up,
gasp,
up,
gasp,
reach --

GASP

-- to no avail.

the darkness surrounds.
warmth, a smile,
a nice memory,
feeling a cold burst of air
settling on my skin.
the taste of the alcohol gets stronger.
the smoke lingers longer.

i'm so scared.

bit by bit by bit by bit
i'm in this for
i don't know anymore
and i don't care.

wisp of smoke
ash floating in the breeze of night.
transitory utopia
thanks

for taking me there.