My panting lungs cant breathe,
this air thats so intoxicated.
You've punctured my lungs,
letting me die,
Ashyxiated.
In search of fresh air,
Trying hard to recover
from this asthma attack,
that has drawn my end,
Even Closer.
I'm no more living on my pills,
that sedate me to my desirable
Sound Sleep.
In need of a drug,
to save the soul that's drowning
Down Deep.
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Based on exactly how I was feeling last night.. :P
3 comments:
I love the ideas of drugs and addictions and their downsides. Makes very figurative and vivid language. Love this piece,it's really really nice :) Even though I have to admit I don't know what "asphyxiated" means xD *pretending not to be English teacher*
Yay, a different one!
"I'm no more living on my pills,
that sedate me to my desirable
Sound Sleep."
I'm glad you made it through the night... Since u couldnt promise to be alive the next day *rolling eyes*
AWWW Rose!! im glad too i survived the night.. xD it was tough... but legendary as well (remember?? all 5 of 'em in that very night :o )
Becc, hoping you must be knowing the meaning now?? :P *rolling eyes*
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