Asphyxiation

Asphyxiation By Tyner Twine Someone is knocking on the door in my chest, As I start to disappear in small white breaths. A dark curtain falls over my vision, The light is gone, then comes damnation. The carefully built dam starts to crack, Its foundation not as strong as it may seem. Windows of my soul filled to the brim Trembling lips with frown so grim And so it seems I'll lose my glow Searching for a start I'll never know. And so I reap the fruits of the seeds I've sowed, Along the rough and winding road. The binds which binds me binds my neck and starts to break And the fireplace in my soul starts to die The pressure tightens and crushes my air supply And after the seizures cease, The Last Sigh. Relief, at last.