The Air We Need

I grip around his through I apply pressure and stretch my fingers around his neck He try to stop me with all his might He used his hand to punch me with all his might And uses his legs to try and throw me off With each try of either method he gets weaker I feel his attempts get weaker as the air disappears I watch as the light in his I slowly dims and darkens Then I see the startling realization before the light complete darkens he's dead