Last Gasp

A decaying spectre
Odious green fumes
A scarlet haze
A red siren call

Chilled breath in heated embrace
Wispy tendrils of floating soul
Creeping through sludgey airs

Gaspy smiles on ashy faces
Streaked with crimson tricks
Gutless stumps on crispy legs

A wasteland of yellowed hope
Of crusty dreams & dried hearts
Of shrivelled angel wings
And scooped out trust

Of purple talk
In the nattering desert