12:15

This cigarette lights up and burns
releasing its nicotine laden clouds
of tar and disease
as it sucks out life with it
he suck his lungs in
with clouds of nicotine white
determined to push away from the brink of madness
as he smiles of ugly
reminiscing times of joy
distracting reality
edging it away from his sphere
his domain, he ponders
of what? he rethinks
of ashes and cigarette butts?
Of hoping uncertainty?
For now, he is silent
The little sad boy he often talks with himself
The very one which does not exist
So he burns again those clouds of sticks
Fearing madness is near again
determined to push away from the brink of madness
he burns again