The feeling of wanting to breathe.
Despicable desperation and inexplicable inhalation.
Poisonous to the senses.
Desperate zombie-like walking in these trenches…
Searching for love, I find it.
I throw away the roses, I am particular in my findings.
I am a monster as I throw away its pedals.
This isn’t what I truly want!
I do not know what I want.
I am held hostage by my thoughts.
I am distraught by my own mind’s fault.
Do I resort to drugs, what do I do?
Give me a clue…
