What harm could it do?
To play around one's breath,
To grip it tightly,
It's an innocent gesture!
Passion so involved,
It's just a splash of emotions,
On a canvas of breathlessness.
What's wrong with cutting off some air?
People are poisonous anyways,
***** and sick,
You're just polishing,
Taking them somewhere brighter for a moment,
Can you feel their veins?
Can you feel their pulse?
Hear them cough,
Is it really that bad?
Tighter and tighter till the knot is tied.
Feel air struggle in their throat.
Something might sizzle inside you.
Now don't be alarmed,
The adrenaline of life flowing under your palms can be... overwhelming.
It's only normal,
To feel excitement,
At their strained,
Isn't it almost like a melody
The raspy struggles?
Notice the resistance of the larynx.
Clench your fingers,
Weigh them down,
Feel the life leave their lips,
And the pressure leave their lungs,
Let them choke.
Almost satire, but not really? But satire? But not?