Tonight again

Here again confined in walls
Sheathed in last night's shadow
Veils of yesterday not yet forgotten
repetition
a stagnant illusion

The ashtray sits as ever
in dusty shades of grey
with my breath I blow them away
a tidal wave of ashes
falling to the floor

The lamp still stands shedding light
fools gold I steal each night
In the pewter goblet
I see my face
an image dulled by fingerprints

How to break this habit?