Would I know?

Gazing at the stars,
From behind the bars
Of my self-made prison.
A vision to be risen,
From the depths of hell.
But I can't escape the toll,
Produced by the iron bell.
Shackled by my own emotions.
For this there are no potions.
Only these fading notions
Of some freeing motions.
Stuck inside my head.
This cigarette,
Will it be my last breath.
I hope it is not.
To drown in thought
Is all I wish for.
Because I know
this world has encore.