Final Breath

A whisper lingers in the air,

A soft exhale, a murmured snare.

Close enough to feel its chill,

Drawing nearer, closer still.

The walls are tight, the dark alive,

Each shallow breath, a fight to survive.

Shadows deepen, thick and fast,

An endless dread, a binding cast.

Breath, it hisses, low and cold,

A secret tale, an omen told.

It tastes of dust, of earth and rot,

A breath from depths long forgot.

Lungs grow heavy, thick as stone,

In haunted rooms, you're not alone.

The final sigh, a shivered moan,

And breath escapes, but not your own.