Monochrome

Voices of passersby become ethereal.
The same sense of weight after woe,
They cut me deep as shards of glass,
Madness is the essence of a silent war.

The wind gathers glow clear,
Ingesting flows by refraction is wrong.
It takes you far away from here,
Being dirt, you wish not to belong.

Bitterness drives me insane; the despair is loud.
Feverishly running loathe over and over.
I'm the next one to leave butts all around,
The tragedy creates headings, spreading flashover.

Not like the meager sun,
Cigarettes lighten my day.
See the crowd out there having fun.
And the dead one who prays.

He might crash in a car accident.
To perform a hackneyed plot of naive souls,
Other's fault torn heart of abstinent,
A lump in the throat disturbs midtones.

Would you continue to be,
If you lost everything at the flick?
What would you know about me,
If you're burning by matchstick?