Suffocating
Don't often write poems that don't rhyme, but...
The silence of the pain
Creeps in without warning
I start to suffocate
With black waters closing in
Air in my lungs and
Yet I can't breathe
Only one thing can
Heal my unending agony
My relief comes in
The form of a silver blade
It opens my blood
To set free poison
The ill toxin that
Builds up over time
Creeps in without warning
I start to suffocate
With black waters closing in
Air in my lungs and
Yet I can't breathe
Only one thing can
Heal my unending agony
My relief comes in
The form of a silver blade
It opens my blood
To set free poison
The ill toxin that
Builds up over time
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