Cats in the Cigarette Smoke

The crackle and pop of my cigarette is the music that adorns my ears.
perfect music to watch the cats dance the the trailing smoke.
the ember peirces through the darkness and forever sears.
enough to enter my lungs and make me choke.

the only time for contemplation is during this time.
this time is mine and mine alone.
ticking the minutes of the end of the chime.
I know that this will burn me to the very bone.

This screaming in my brain.
I know its me who cant keep it down.
I try to control myself in vain.
I lie in ash trays while the cigarette buds make me drown.