The cigarette burns, and in its smoke, silence resonates. Your voice—my name—swirls in the haze, and I wonder, “Is everything the same?”
In the flame, my bleeding heart burns. I give death to what was once immortal love, severing its darkest part, leaving only the last faint beacon at dusk.
One by one, I burn my memories. I watch vital signs vanish into the smoke, stinging me with deeds undone. Thoughts, like smouldering ashes, I banish, each one a remnant of something I no longer need. Dreams shatter and depart as the last of my hopes are discarded. Swirling in the smoke, your voice calls me, and the cigarette burns—silence resonates.