Smoke and Mirrors

Commanding attention from every angle
its his stage smoke and rock n roll
his niche in this world
carve a tiny circle so he can peer through at his reflection
with this narrow opening and all that foam
hes stuck inside this blind ambition to be all he can
to rise against his sick sad world
pain stares at him daring him to laugh at the moments he wasted
wanting to eat him alive
what he doesn't realize
each piece of him  etched into stone
the filthy seats the burning cigarettes all part of the facade
let it pass through your lips
like your dirty little friend
that little glassy bottle will be with you through the end