Whatever I Breathes Isn'T Oxygen

I can't wait to hear whispering wind screaming out under My feet- I'll away. I need an estimate of ten suns and five new moons to brighten My thought- to bright the residue darkness that's in my heart. whatever I breathes isn't oxygen- I can feel the pain my nostrils keep from my lungs. I need to bleed more- There's angry in my blood. Excess tears can't extinguish my burning desire to live In happiness and love. My light _________isn't balance with my darkness because I am human- I was born in sin.