I could not breathe.
So I gambled with God
And put slits in my throat.
I no longer needed to breathe.
  
But now I cannot stop moving.
Inflicted with indefinite motion,
I am out of chips.

Then Exhaustion tortured me,  
He hit me when I closed my eyes.
My skin stung when I stumbled.
Hand on my throat,
Voice in my ear
He whispered,
“This is how you die,
My dear”

Making sure I will forever drown,
Begging to have died the first time
‘round.