Crushed away in this place.
Claustrophobia has a burnt taste.
I could still the echo of his name.
Seeing how many breaths he takes.
Every breath was covered in salt.
I knew he would never know me at all.
Letting the mumurs get to me.
Seeping in my brain its not a mystery.
Looking in hs eyes i saw the snow.
To love him was like being caught in a snow globe.
Nothing was settled it was chaotic.
The cold numbed your face and made you feel exotic.
The more you want to get warm.
I finally got to have my turn.
