Something in the air chokes,
Like iron fingers on my throat
Oxygen enough,
Once fun to breathe
But as the fingers tighten I see,
A little red haze
The sky gone ablaze
A fire deep inside my lungs
The last breath leaves
Wind like a tease
Watching as all comes undone.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
Something in the air chokes,
Like iron fingers on my throat
Oxygen enough,
Once fun to breathe
But as the fingers tighten I see,
A little red haze
The sky gone ablaze
A fire deep inside my lungs
The last breath leaves
Wind like a tease
Watching as all comes undone.
