Smoke.
Smoke is all i can see
it surrounds me
closes my neck
so that i cant even breathe.
~
Fingers.
Fingers clutching my neck
While smoke lingers in my chest
While cinder dances around me
~
billions of flakes
swallowing me whole
-
its like a thick fog
but burning and bright
~
no one can hear me
no one can see me
no one can see the fear
that consumes me
~
i can feel it
i can feel myself dying
slowly
~
slowly slipping
losing my gripping
on my last
glimpse
of reality
~
as i finally give up
and lay on the ground
given up on trying to be saved
cause there's no one around
i breathe in the smog
and admit defeat
for i am a weak player
in this game of "life"
so to speak
~
While i take my
last breath
and try to stay calm,
i only think of you
and how i just want
to go home
