Out of money.
Out of hope.
Out of love.
Out of hate.
Out of wishes.
Out of longing.
Out of everything that I’ve dreamed…

It’s gone.
Leaving behind a trail of smoke
As it burns away.

A fire of the mind.
Revealing the savage truth of the soul.
Beneath the embers of memories
Lies the pain and heartache.

The truth in my soul.
That is still clouded by the diffusing smoke.
I’m unsure that I will see it.

At least… Not before it’s already too late.