Friday, June 18, 2010

Thick Oxygen

Like thick oxygen,
you push me down.

This sick obsession-
don't cut me out.

One sided,
soon I give up.

Crowded and cornered-
I've left nowhere to run.
I turn to you,
but you're already gone.


This air is heavy,
I fall to the ground.
Reach my hand up,
nothing grabs hold.


And since their is no more air-
I die.


-Beautifully Broken

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