Noah Malice

Smoke To Smoke

Maybe we\'re just puffs of smoke

Fluid and shapeless as campfire shadows

And when from the south encroaches a wind

The calmness of the camp approaches its end

Riding on the way come pockets of rain

The droplets descend from the hurricane

And as one short-lived thing puts out another

Goodbye says the other to its spiritual brother

When the time comes for my hurricane

Will I be the fire or will I be the rain

Or will I be neither and instead become smoke

 

So before that day comes, that hot/cold end

Into fire I cremate my sins

And I go up

 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

I didn\'t choose this, unto me it was thrust

Ashes to ashes, smoke to smoke

During my ascension, on myself I choke