Asphyxiation - 2010/11/09

A sweet breath of air has arrived
I now live to survive another day
My tank on empty choking its last
I yearn for ideas to lead the way
With inspiration in short supply
I am but a reed bending with wind
As care evolves into carelessness
I know my lifes blood has thinned
A knock at my door I still expect
I lie in the face of hopelessness
The clamor of chaos is a backdrop
I strive to escape though address
With thick dirt covering my hands
I search for how now to sterilize
Tormented as I cant clean my mess
I simply idle and am so paralyzed
Only musings of this mind refresh
I indulge a pleasure rediscovered
Recorded thoughts force open eyes
I regret yet revel in the freedom

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