The snake is crawling up my head
Looking at the colored ceiling red
It makes its way down to my neck
Found my breathing is at wreck
I am slowly losing some senses
The shaking is a bit of extreme
That even cold breeze embrace me
I almost forgot how to breathe
The source of blood
Is suddenly pumping hard
I almost forgot
How to restart
YOU ARE READING
Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
