The air is intoxicating,
And malodorous.
I feel it suffocating me,
It saddens me.
Makes me feel nothing,
But nothing is a feeling so complex,
Because nothing is something,
And something is not nothing.
I can feel the air,
Tightening around me like a fist fighting death.
I can feel I----
Nothing.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
The air is intoxicating,
And malodorous.
I feel it suffocating me,
It saddens me.
Makes me feel nothing,
But nothing is a feeling so complex,
Because nothing is something,
And something is not nothing.
I can feel the air,
Tightening around me like a fist fighting death.
I can feel I----
Nothing.
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