The Death Puff

by Jawwad Zafar   Nov 4, 2013


With every puff intake
A fragment of life, it takes
pace by pace ,dilutes the body
A dead-end, if gone steady

For death, it's a craving
upon soul, there's raving
An enless thrist to quench
within demon smog, mortal drench

thicker smoke, turns outrageous
shallow breeze, sharply contagious
burning bridges, takin' stroll
pay with freedom, as a toll

Pounds the heart, pulses down
the balck hole deepen, angels frown
Torn cutains, abandon to hide
embrace, sniff the costive sucide

Coughing life, enslavement cuff
Inhale the end, The Death Puff

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