The air so thick it strangled you
Like someone's hands around your neck
It was hard to breathe in
You were sure it would leave marks
But while in the mirror it didn't leave a trace
As if it were a ghost or some type of host
You were sure it'd leave scars
But after a few months there was nothing left but stars
In beautiful patterns it coated your skin
Like a well fit dress that left you no room to breathe in
Not even a small seem
Not a rip could be torn
For I mus'ent be known as the drowning victim in house 904
