Out Of Breathe

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I feel the air getting heavier

I feel the darkness seeping into my veins

I see my home, crumbling down

With me, still inside of it 

The dust comes, across my face

The dirt i have been, breathing in


And I want to, escape this hell

Run away, from these gates of pain

And I am running

From this dark cloud

I have been hunted, by the hell hounds

I have come so far

From the prison gates

And I am running now

Cause I am Out Of Breathe


Don't want to do this anymore

Want to stop running from my home

I want some peace for me

Have courage, but no dignity

Want to stop this

But I got no will

Gotta stop paying 

My lovers bills


And I want to escape this hell

Run away from the gates of pain



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Hi, everyone. This poem is to acknowledge all the ones out in the world who feel trapped in their own house, but would still miss it very much and cannot imagine anything bad happening it to. 

This ones is for those who have conflicting feelings about about their home. 

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