I want to destroy.
I want to burn,
to break,
to bleed;
I want to feel the sting
of shattered glass
tearing through the tough skin
of my heels.
To see red.
To ache.
I want to breathe smoke.

A dark hole
Dark and *****
I look up to see
Nothing but wood
The air is running out
As i try to move
I'm stuck between boards
And then it hits me
I'm in my grave