Countless cigarettes, they mark my time of mourning
Ash trays full to the brim emptied, they sign my lines of dawning
When the stress and strain evaporate
And my limbs are free of tension,
The tension of a disembodied mind disembowled by fate
And necessity turned her visage to my pity
Which welled and disappeared like a roaming heart
That made a mockery of my life, my art.