I followed the smoky haze
as I wandered through the maze
of endless misery, I felt no reason
to cease from drifting through
the air that gave me nothing
but mere confusion and frustration
and chaos, self-loathing-all floating
on the black atmosphere

I followed the smoky haze
till my lost soul went astray,
as the moon began to fade,
I found myself close to my grave.

-c.v.