Fading and break.

Take a final breath,  
it won't hurt the windpipe  
but God I hurt today...

I hold that final breath
to make a point.
There isn't a point.

Face the fact
that my breath was wasted.
God, that hurts to say.

Perfection is never quite perfect.
I want to get out of this joint.
I pulled this joint.

For tonight I will sleep just fine
and take my breaths more willingly.
God, I hurt today.