Dead Vapours

Dead vapours encompass a heart,

Wraiths,

Spirits of ghules,

Thralling to choke,

There evil plot,

Grown in gloom,

Despair the only feeling to gain.

Despair is at least something,

A remainder of life,

Like a matchstick,

Much fuel left,

Yet the ignition

Is

Spent.

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