She lights one up 

A cigarette that is

Wisps of smoke linger in the freezing air

She takes a drag

Her teeth wrapping around it 

Tombstones in a graveyard

A graveyard filled with

Sadness

HAte

Remorse

Vacant of any loving souls

The only thing to caress her cheek 

Are the smoke and her tears

Which slip

Silent as people in a black and white movie

Unlike her life

Which only consists of

Infinite grays 

And dots of red

Appearing at her wrists 

Like valleys

As deep as the Grand Canyon 

Have been sketched

To relive the weight of the gray 

And relief will come

As the color leaks out of her

Leaving her colourless

Only a shade

She takes another drag

As her eyes droop

And her head falls

To her chest 

As the last of her color

Disappears 

With her cigarette 

Glowing duly 

But that, 

Like everything must, 

Died