Do you know the truest form of suffocation?
It is tighter than the viper’s grasp
Sinking you to the brink of oblivion
A billion stars are no match for such a grip
For it turns hate inwards burning the soul
The heart staggers to find it’s beat
Eyes scream at the scalding silence
Welting on the scaffold
Driven and dazed
The old image remains fresh
Consuming pain burns the purpose for living
A null mercy, nobody knows
A senseless wooden brain
Carving blank moments
That will return.