Slow Suicide

Inhale... trying to live in the presence of a crowd My imagination suffocates... Exhale... I'm losing touch of the norm This is too much air for my lungs to take Inhale...midway aloft another page in my life is turned Is it too late for my mind to resuscitate? Exhale...voices... there are so many voices Reminding me of my sins, for that reason only I sin. *cough* *cough* the midnight sun illuminates the window panes Inhale...the ashes fall in a slow, melodramatic way Reminiscent of valhallah and the vikings Exhale...I can feel you lurking behind me In the shadows waiting, plotting my demise Inhale...I can feel your scythe pointed against my heart With a ghastly countenance, the hairs on my hands begin to rise Exhale..."taken by thine own hand" I hear you say The honesty of that phrase brings me to my senses Inhale...I press the glowing point against the ashtray and utter "not today" Exhale...