Treacherous...

Passions...

That hold my soul

Sadden my heart

I vomit the smoke

It hardens the breath

Strangling...

I curse them all

For hanging my thoughts

In between the walls

I hear the echoes

Words...

Take another form

That lies alot

I left desolate

It enjoys the pain

Treacherous...

P.S:I don't know whether this form of poetry exist or not.But this is how i feel the flow of words in stressed conditions;one line leading to other and the last summarizing whole...