The secret of Suffocation

Knowing the issues you see in front of your face,
changes the frame of your pace,
intrigued by your own disappointment,  
leaves you in some kind of confinement,

sometimes you need a voice,
to get different perspectives on your position,
let yourself soak in the answer,
yet,

life can decide to go so much faster,
it's okay to sit and soak in what is yet to come,
from whom it might be from,
keep the conversation gentle,
so you shall know the right time to settle,

I have become excited to the feeling,
of my body hanging from the ceiling,
we all feel this sometimes,

I am the recycler,
I am the repeater,

trying so hard to escape,
one way or another shit always catches up with you,  
dialing in my head,
my nervous system destructed,

my heart is heavy,
the cloud of smoke that flows from my lips,
the darkness of my lungs,
once red and completely strong,

now weak and brittle,
brittle as glass falling from your kitchen table,
waking more tired than ever,
trying so hard to recover,

my body I have been disgusted by,
while I grab my flask and drink down my bulleit rye,
wanting time to comprehend,
this isolation I must try to understand,

why can't I break from this pounding in my head,
finding some bullets filled with led,
seems like a simple way out,

hearing the sirens penetrating my ears,
makes me tense and burst out in tears,

I am a shadow,
I am the one you confide in,
I am the lurker,
I am hollow,

can you hear me..,

you might see me someday..,

let me take the pain,
the moment you decide to snap,
I'll be there in my robe,
my scythe on my lap,
guiding you towards your final path...