Out with a bang

Cigarette smoke in and out,
Of this body I call my house,
The last one I will take outside,
The last won will smoke me out,

These feelings are controlled,
By whom I call them my own,
Dreaming almost schizophrenically,
Past present future align,

Remix of this short life lived,
Games turn you into a logician,
Searching for perfect harmony,
Melody brings you down to ground,

Thoughts feeding back like cracks,
Silence has won me over,
A distant voice asks questions,
He is my friend.