I
inhale, and
a tiny demon creeps
Into the air,
I hold,
draw deep,
release,
And
from my open mouth my
brief life seeps
And
dissipates. I watch my
days decrease,
As if with every outward
breath I free
A wisp of
soul, a part of me
at peace.
A
spirit,
once so
brilliant, now in me
Consumed in
ash that from my lips now leaps
The
fatal breezes of
calamity.