I keep drawing air but nothing sticks
   You being taken left a puncture wound that can only be fixed by your presence
         I take in oxygen in spite of its futility

              Reaching *true stability an unlikely solution with every once clear path but a smudge underneath anxiety laden lenses

       I wheeze as I walk this graveyard of a town
          Cars all different shades and shapes
                      Passing by me
         I want to ask them what the point is of having lungs when you have nothing to breathe for
    And I light a cigarette in light of heavy irony

At this point I'm just feeding the only beast I want to ****
              I can't find you
         I can't get to you
            I'm scared I'll lose you forever to these f#cking monsters

But I can't stop
     Even when I lose sight of where I'm going
    Because these cars have to stop eventually
         Logic dictates they will find a parking spot
Pull off and find a place to rest
         And at that moment I'll ask
In a tired, raspy, wheezing voice *I'll ask