Defective Product(Complete).2

Yteixna

The world
The walls
They breath
Inhaling
And
Exhaling
Surrounding me
Expanding
Contracting

Like the dreaded motion
of a heart beat

But as if it took the life
the air
the essence of me
I stand gasping
Sufforing
Unable to breath

Needle pricks
Like a thousand sharp pieces of metal
Stabbing at me
I'm apart
Of misery

They all hate me
Even if they don't know it yet
There eyes
There gazes
All needle points
Breaking the epadermis of my skin
Of my soul

And my hand is signaling
I'm Suffacating
But the room just keeps pulsing
Beating

A rythme
Far to fast
And far to shaky
To sustain much of anything

I think I'm close to collapsing
Close to begging
for a needle to hit a vital
Because the sensation
Is like my heart
Is so discusted with me
It's trying to slither out
between my ribs

And in the middle of the storm
The chaos
The man at the desk
Asks
"Is that all for today mam."

~brokenglasseye