Suffocating, lungs burning, begging for air as does my soul, my being. **** this...

Floating, trapped, sea of wanton despair. Not of my making, Peace, I want, not soul death, not this... How can death be normal, how? **** this.

Terminal experience, lies I will not believe, not ever. **** this, **** this, **** this.

Soul rages, radiant anger, flaming magma rage. **** this, **** this, **** this.