Blind in Nothing ends

I smell cast iron and blood
Rusty blades and cigarettes
The smoke throws me back
Through the ashes and dust
To a time with less meaning
But more purpose.

The white bulb swings
Through the black hall
When your sleeping on a razor
There is no place left to fall

The voice in your words
Rolls me over slowly
You say find what you love
And let it kill you
As you wait with the
Rising tide at your
Fathers door.