black fashion

he took out a pack of cigarettes.
gropes around in the darkness for a lighter.
he tumbles.
what was that?
oh, just a cahir.
inside the fluttering pages of his heart,
beneath all the debris of lies and deceit,
he lay lost.
tucked away in the corner of his mind,
his world so cold.
frayed hearts, never meant to
cross paths.
his strength, had all but faded away.
reach out.
he felt it.
and light up.
burn away his heart.