Asphyxiation of my mind.
I slowly became weary, tired of the same.
I’m tired of the sameness.
I have nothing to show, but everything to hide.
I have spiraled, lost all respect.
Just a passerby, taking a glimpse of myself.
Asphyxiation of my soul.
It escaped when I lost control.
The burning desire to breathe.
The earthly desire to feel.
But I’m indifferent.
Asphyxiation of my body.
Collar bones, beautiful collar bones.
They are so sharp, sharper than my tongue.
If only I could speak my mind, I wouldn’t need these ribs of steel.
Now they are beginning to rust.
Asphyxiation of my heart.
The chambers collapse, and I begin to fade.
If only my ribs of steel and my weary mind could protect my heart.
Then maybe I wouldn’t have flatlined.
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