You need air.
You want it?
Without it you turn blue and squirm, gasp and cry.
I can give you air but you can't.
Air isn't free, it can be but for me it isn't.
Give me something to make up for the trouble
Anything you say?
Just some blood, a drop
Great thanks but well, it's not enough, though, right?
Then give me more and you'll be happy.
Not happy enough?
Give me more blood, a pint
You feel dizzy and tired?
Well atleast you breathe but it's not enough?
How much air do you need?
Oh stop begging, give me more blood.
Give me a gallon, give me until you are too weak to stand. Give me more until you are on your knees.
There
More air, it's great, you can feel fresh and be alive.
Cherish it becuase you'll need more.
You can't live without it, you need it, you lust for it
Beg me for more, give me flesh, tear your skin and claw your tendons.
For me
What I do for you is free but you pay me so that you don't loose your mind.
After you loose consciousness, from wearing down to just a withered breathless being.
You can see I'm valuable to you. So that you love me. So that you need more. Give me more or else you won't feed your addiction.
An addiction for some fucking air.
YOU ARE READING
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