I need to light some inspiration,

I need to light some inspiration,
Burn the pain from my chest,
And exhale the ghosts of you
While tapping your graying memories away
Into a bowl of cold abandoned dreams.

I'm sipping in some hope
To warm my soul
With a double-shot of resurrection,
Topped with vanilla soap bubbles,
And sprinkled with melting flakes
Of lessons ignored, never learned.

Singed by the dark rings of sleepless nights,
I'm tapping your graying memories away
To warm a weightless landscape
Of dulled ambition and choking hate.
You, no, they are no longer important.
But you never left me.

I'm breathing in dried up tears,
Poisoned by the hand-me-down sorrow
From this air
Fogged with those wished to be forgotten.
Your only purpose is to burn me,
So be my cancer, baby.
I'm tired of second-hand smoke.