Cigarettes Burn

It's too bad that you don't know
Well, too bad, too good
The mark
And how it's empty
But full
And how it stings
And screams for more
And wants and waits
For another dab
Another stab
Of release
Or freedom
Or slavery 

For just one more

If it lingers 

While it fades
And how it bubbles and grays
It goes black 

And white and pink
And all these colors
That lie inside 

Like lies inside
This ring, this circle, this hole
Like pits of hell
Awake in hell
And each time sleep sets in well,

It's too bad, too good,
That you don't know
Like I know

Like I said "No"
How much good can come

From an ember
That ashes out
What's all remembered
As I brush away
These flakes of fire

And smoke from liars

To rub the sin 

To out from in
With a cigarette burn on skin.