The ashen smoke of my dying cancer cigarette
Barely revealed auspicious visions to me
My mirthless eyes behold desperately shadows in the plume
But all the plastic shapes vanish like past lovers before
My weary face cries grievous tempests into my hands
Whose leather skin fails to disguise my mental decay
Into this forlornness you struck down as the lightbringer's sword
And you opened my veins to a gracious salvation
And like a coup de grâce a ray refracted through the ice
You dug your way through me down into the opaque ore
With which I longed to become one, veiled and clandestine
Across all eons hidden from the lies of this world
While I solicited to sink into oblivion
You buried a crystal seed into the abyss of my soul
His epiphany broke the screaming silence in my woe
And laid into my dying a hint of life