Air
I sit here in this desk
stuck in the midst of hell I
wonder where and why I'm there
with nothing to do but stare
I listen to those who talk
and wonder why I'm here
In the dark I hear a noise
And turn to see what's there
Then the darkness strangles me
I lose all my air, I fight
but lose and with it goes my life
I see me lying there staring
at the air, and then I'm gone with nothing left but air.
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