Breath, breath, breath !
don't you feel the urge ?
the urge to breath ?
to live,
or die ?
Breath, breath, breath !
Soak in tears
Shower in sweats
feel that heat ?
the warmth of rushing blood.
Why is not the question.
Why is a rebel.
Stomp over the cold floor.
Shout at the white empty ceiling.
Live !
Hands wrapping around.
Not my trembling body
but my pale neck.
Don't you feel the urge?
the urge to breath ?
Live !
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