Heart attack,
Lungs collapse,
Stomach sinks,
Forget to think.

Who are you,
What to do,
Try to run,
Legs are numb.

Never holding on,
Getting pulled along,
Wishing it was you,
Something strange and new.

But with so much certainty,
A little doubt there will not be,
I say it's a lie and yet I see,
The weights and the burden, the irony,

It's me, but breathe.

One, two, three.