Black surrounds me,

all trash

and I am here,

waiting for what?

Cheesy world, cheesy people.

Crap in front, crap behind.

And here I am,

smoking the cigarette of fate,

the same every day.

When there was a chance,

I sat down.

The smoke enveloped me,

and I did not see,

that there, in the distance,

the color is smoldering.

And, here I am sitting

blind and deaf,

and as tacky, as the rest.