The perfect breath

"Suspiring erratically, Is my faulty speciality, Chasing a vaporous tone, That chokes out my words of atonement alone I sought out redemption, But wanted to do so without absolution, I feel my chest tighten as my breath flows, I find no words in my exhaled breath, My ribs spread apart, Creating my wings of fine art, They pierce my lungs and seal my death I close my eyes and breath my last breath"