THE FIXATION

A suicide
The slow hallucination--
Of Life Everlasting
--Fire burning in a circle
Inhale, exhale
The rush of falsehood--
Blood turned black
--Smoke dances with
The combustion of faded dreams
Coughing, the struggling lung--
One more drag and it will all be over
--Until the next match is lit
Then the stem drops to the ground
As existence becomes history
Nothing is left
--But the newness of nothing
Blends of make believe...
A suicide