Sun streams through venetian blinds
As I recline in my solitude.
The smoke blurs my eyes
And billows from my mouth
As I wait.
Someday, the sun may shine
Or a wind may gust, and my flames
Will set your heart on fire.
Now there is no sun, no wind
Just a smouldering ember
Clouding my existence, and
I sit here alone.
This is like the slow cremation
Of a human soul.
� Rainbowturtle