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The air is deceasing

and im falling captive to the

breathless fighting

of morning after morning

waking up to you





You take me by the hand

and throw me down the stairs

head first into misery

again with you , i feel like

im just giving up





Tonight, i wont be waking

up to the sweet sounds of

screaming, fighting, insanity

You've lost the fight this time

forever lost in the gleaming of your eyes



I wish you could see

that these shadows are thicker

than 5 inches deep

Suffocation is transparent

and these walls are opaque