My rib cage tightens around my lungs, like a rope made out of thorns Constricting the air that enters me. My breathe ragged and pleading I hope to have one last taste of air As my wide eyes look around I see only darkness. It creeps around me Making me want to scream. But I canβt So I sit there in my silence. Pleading the words to come out of my mouth But my body says no. No air in my lungs Lips refuse to move I sit there silently screaming. What more can I do I sit there in darkness Just waiting for the minute For everything to be done.