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Auto-Hypnotic Asphyxiation

Sometimes I lose the will to breathe.
Not the will to live,
That has been firmly mine for a while now,
Omitting that brief intermission
Between the ages of ‘Shit’ and ‘I love you’.
No not the will to live.
No I lose the will to breathe,
The heart and desire to absorb oxygen,
Because if you stop for a second,
Just a second,
Then for a perfect moment,
You stand on the precipice of an oblivion that transcends your fuckups.
When your blood vessels begin to strain,
And throb and ache,
You achieve a moment of clarity.
You understand,
The sheer immensity,
Of that entropic classroom,
Of silent vacuum,
And though it scares you at first,
Your insignificance…

It can be your armour.
HedonsHerald
Written by HedonsHerald (Alexander Johnson)
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