purity stained blood red
the children mask the brutal
scene through thin hope
the ruin that follows with
every rippling
explosion

it's funny to imagine, with just a lone missile of hate
from the hands of the mighty and cruel
your life can end without reason
and in vain they will deem
your life

perhaps only when i can finally be able to blend
with the others, then i can live a life of          ease

the moirai thread life
from it's birth to termina;
the knots of kismet

Running
Back
And forth
Reach the line

I'm not that bad out of shape
But still struggling

Throat burning
Head pounding as if there's someone trying to bang their way out
And lungs desperately fighting for air

I give up...

I sit down when I reach the line
And try to catch my breathe
Instead of running back

Chest rising and falling
With each gasp for air

Oxygen
Why do you hate me?
Lungs,
Why aren't you working?

Coughs hurt my throat
And make me weak

I take my inhaler
But it isn't working
It's just making me shaky

Panic rising inside me

I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe

I take another puff
And wait
1
2
3
4
5
...
Breathe out
And couch violently

I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die

No one notices