The Bat and the Cigarette
I was drawn to thedim lightFor i did not knowthe source of itShe drew me towardsher heightAnd I flew amazed ofthe power of her wit
She sparkled, dimmedand light up againAs if playing with myearthly desireDeceiving my sense,my being entireFor I was in herpalms as small as a grain
She danced in thenight, Leaving but a traceof lightI followed...astonishing!Yet the night startedvanishing
She was but acigarette in someone else’s handHer dance was not herownIt was not her stage,not her landAnd he used her,consumed her to the bone…
He tossed her but todraw anotherFrom the pack of hispuppetsFor him, she was likeevery other
But I was still inloveIn love with herillusions and delusions
