Air**
It moves in an out between my lips.
If fills and empties my lungs.
It provides oxygen for my blood.
And yet I hate the taste of it.
It reminds me I'm alive,
And I despair in life,
Because life is harmful.
My soul wrongs itself,
So that tears fall from my eyes.
If the air were to stop,
I might be happy;
Then again if the air stopped,
I wouldn't have you.