Fogging

The sound is deafening
The smell is choking
The clouds of white descending
Spreading its fingers
Looking for each of crooks and corners
The bell is screaming
The people are like ants
Blinded by the sense of smell
They lose their sense of direction
Scrambling, waiting and watching
Until, the light is no more
Night is coming
And the fogging ends
With the welcoming sound of the night
Thank, God I can finally sleep!
Fuck you alarm, STOP RINGING!!!