Tristania

A cue for seconds spent on Earth
A clue - for what it's worth
Though time you borrow, steal or buy
The pool of fuel runs dry
There's no sound - just the smell of smoke
Your muse - your fuse - your own
You'll love that scent until you choke
You're free but feel disowned
Curse all the colours
Go white - fear blue
Kill all your scarlings
Before they kill you