He inhales,
The ghosts of death,
Little soldiers sent by Hades
To fight this battle,
They enter.
They'll climb through your lungs
Cling to them like leeches
And claw their way,
Inside out.
Eroding you from the inside,
Slashing back and forth,
Warriors.

He exhales,
And the injured leave,
Smoke curling around his trembling
Lips,
His face slack,
His lungs infected.
The soldiers prevailing,
Taking control.
He doesn't notice.
He'll stomp the cigarette on the ground,
**** the remaining soldiers left in that short little stub,
Exhale all the injured soldiers out,
Letting the smoke waft around his lips,
The way he let his soul spill out,
The frigid chilly air whisking it all away.

He's just a carcass now.
Half dead.
He doesn't have long left.
He's running out of time.

You'll never see
you'll never know
I don't travel with a team
I fight alone.
You'll give me a name
you'll gossip about
you'll always hear people calling out for someone like
ME

I pity that day;
that cold, gloomy day.
In that month of December,
where my heart was in its May.
Blossomed and warm;
you were my spring right away.
I still remember that day...
Like it was just yesterday.

I found myself in you,
that I had even lost in me.
*You are me; even more than I could ever be.

You said you wanted to die,
and so a part of me did.

As I watch the blood pour,
I feel you leave my system
a little more.

The mind that never sleeps; even at rest, it dreams.

Like the ocean; I am both mesmerised
and frightened by you.
more than anything; in the most beautiful
and tragic way.
You are alluring,
and wrench me,
like a ship
awaiting to
sink.
slowly
and deadly.