The deadly fog and I don't mean SH.

I see her in the morning light, the beautiful figure smokes a cigarette. As the clouds of smoke begin to rise the sun reaches higher. I lay there for hours watching her go through cigarette after cigarette.

Smoke trails out of her beautiful lips up onto the ceiling and floats out the gloomy window, the silk sheets soft against my bare legs as I think about nothing. Empty is the room, as empty as my heart. Overlooking the sunset as the sun rises above the horizon and my hands shivers as I steadily light another cigarette. The room is as cold as a summer breeze sweeping across the fields of the Pusta. The fog sweeps across the room and the woman walks anxiously back and forth as if she is awaiting something to happen.
Eyes closing as girls' eyes do, her eyelashes catching my attention and I give her a unsecure smile from an unsecure boy. The moonlight illuminating the city and awaking the creatures of darkness as my woman faces me and grins.
Oh death why me I whisper in the darkness as it surrounds me.

Oh death...