*Breath*
*breath*

Breath they told me..
This is not the end.

*breath*
*Breath*
Breath they told me...
This too shall pass...

*Inhale loud*
But what happens when the breath I breath breaths no more..
The constant hammering of inhalation, that takes on a powerful posture in my cerebellum.
And the colours of the sky start to dim,
And the motion of the world slows down..
1,2,3,4,5

You've got this..
Just breath
*Breath*

One more breath and it all stands still,
My feet try to move but my body, frozen in time.
The story of tomorrow, reeking like a blood...