My rib cage tightens around my lungs,
like a rope made out of thorns
Constricting the air that enters me.
My breathe ragged and pleading
I hope to have one last taste of air
As my wide eyes look around
I see only darkness.
It creeps around me
Making me want to scream.
But I can’t
So I sit there in my silence.
Pleading the words to come out of my mouth
But my body says no.
No air in my lungs
Lips refuse to move
I sit there silently screaming.
What more can I do
I sit there in darkness
Just waiting for the minute
For everything to be done.