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…