Fiendish sculpture

Unveil

A few dusty thoughts on an all black night

Cigarettes lit up, shining so bright

They said they all want to grow wings and fly

But I just want to die so go fly, fly

Let me fall like these embers, one by one

Dissipating myself until I'm gone

No one to smoke me so it will take time

Breathed in fumes and thrown off, cannot chime

Too listless for a noose so I just wait

And pin my hopes on being found by Fate

But I find that he clings to Life's breast

Should I catch her to fulfill my request?

I remember loathing her because she

Is a pretty woman that promised me

Then I saw her break other promises

I'll ask her : Do you know what honest is?

I go to her house to find an open door

I sneak in to find her clothes on the floor

A white coat well-wadded with forlorn days

Close to a perilous bed where she lays

And her scent: the blood of her dead beings

I peek through the door to see her bathing

In her lovelorns' tears, but what is true:

Life is a whore but beautiful and who

Sees her whoredom loathes her beauty

What would I do now? Isn't Death a duty?

The more I think the more I blind my eye

Yet I'm more prone to lose sight if I fly, fly

Then wind took the pile of ashes away

And dispelled my cloth of smoke, no more grey

No cigarettes or thoughts left to char

And now white, the hairs of Forever are

He joined me, smoked and dusted off some thoughts