"It's the End of your Day as you know it"

Dust.  
And the air  
Is stained  
With old cigarettes.
 
Pain.  
Angish.  
And the taste  
Of dispair,  
Scar the flesh  
Like a razer blade  
On a child's  
Wrist.  
 
Fire  
Flames  
And the smell of burning  
Scars my lungs.  
 
The past haunts me.  
The future''s out of reach.  
I try to gasp for air  
Leaking words  
From a folded  
Hankachef.  
 
Waiting to die  
We are glowing embers in the red  
Dancing the tango  
With memories of the dead.  
 
The sun fades to grey  
The night fights to submit.  
It's the end of your day  
As you know it.  
not that you would
ever know it.