The Bat and the Cigarette

The Bat and the Cigarette

I was drawn to the dim light

For i did not know the source of it

She drew me towards her height

And I flew amazed of the power of her wit

She sparkled, dimmed and light up again

As if playing with my earthly desire

Deceiving my sense, my being entire

For I was in her palms as small as a grain

She danced in the night,

Leaving but a trace of light

I followed... astonishing!

Yet the night started vanishing

She was but a cigarette in someone else’s hand

Her dance was not her own

It was not her stage, not her land

And he used her, consumed her to the bone…

He tossed her but to draw another

From the pack of his puppets

For him, she was like every other

But I was still in love

In love with her illusions

and delusions