Smoke Flurries

Whisper what you feel you know,
No more will they understand,
What goes on when you're alone.
Cry your shallow dreams away,
You have no more use for them.
They've dried out your heart.

Cool to the touch,
Feel that blue jazz.
Enjoy nothing that comes to mind,
Only what they've got.

You can tell us of life and love,
But your love has no passion,
And your life lacks of love.
Feel the presence of it,
Of the empty soul bursts.
Notice the fire burn out again.