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The air is thinning
Leaving the house requires a mask.
Keeping it on is a hard task.
My brain starts to become overwhelmed,
The air is getting thinner and I'm starting to feel impaired.
I am quickly consumed by paranoia until my body fills with anxiety,
With each passing moment it gets harder to keep my sobriety.
I often crave death viewing it as my only escape route,
But this mask makes me feel like my life is fading and now I'm starting to doubt.
I'm doubting if death is really the only way to break these chains,
Deep down I dont really want the blood to spill from my vains.
But I'm feeling sufficated by this mask I imagine my body struggling to breath as my soul leaves the earths atmosphere,
I look around using my eyes to beg someone, anyone to interfere.
Keeping it on is a hard task.
My brain starts to become overwhelmed,
The air is getting thinner and I'm starting to feel impaired.
I am quickly consumed by paranoia until my body fills with anxiety,
With each passing moment it gets harder to keep my sobriety.
I often crave death viewing it as my only escape route,
But this mask makes me feel like my life is fading and now I'm starting to doubt.
I'm doubting if death is really the only way to break these chains,
Deep down I dont really want the blood to spill from my vains.
But I'm feeling sufficated by this mask I imagine my body struggling to breath as my soul leaves the earths atmosphere,
I look around using my eyes to beg someone, anyone to interfere.
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