Let Me F*cking Breathe Already

I can't let air into my lungs,
you have your vice grip on my throat.
The strength of your tongue whips lashes at me,
and they slice the surface of my conscious.
When will I regain control of my own thoughts?
when will I ever be free of your devil hands?
Can I just breathe?
That's all I long for in this-
dark..
morbid..
black hole of my life.