The thick smog that clogs the throat,
The chest contracts and shrinks when muffled by coat,
A tense battle consumes within the strained lungs,
The tell tale sign announces its presence,
Its crackling menace,
A strangled cry fights to reach the surface,
Stopped by closing passages, fuelled by furnace,
Gasps that issue through cracked, choking orifice,
A ritual sacrifice,
Stained hands that roll the yellowing papers,
Lips lick black teeth, cracked and chipped,
Flame burns the tip, a near death addict.
A cough that breaks the still, dead air,
Its loud echo fills the bare building’s white walls,
Rows of long vacant benches eat silent space,
A deathly embrace,
A veiled face drifts down the long aisle,
Brown leaves scattered hitherto, a fall’s mile,
The wind whistles and howls, candles flickering,
Stained windows glimmering,
Dark shapes that spread and multiply eerily,
Breath forms on glass, cold and grey,
A pale corpse sleeps, trapped in deep embrace.
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