Every breath
Feels like polluted clouds
Expanding in my cracked lungs
My skin is dry
My lips are wet
Eyes, glazed over
A struggling red
Sleepy lids
Weights tied to my fingertips
Falling heavy
Dark hair
Comes out
Strand by strand
Entwined in pale fingertips
That are ripped
Stained crimson
Clenched inside a closed fist
I scream
Struggling for air
Gasping
Drowning
There's nothing
Empty empty
That's all i am
A poison, completely drunk
They stumble
Heads clanking together
With a satisfying
Smash
They fall
Skin flakes off
Others put the pieces in their mouths
Savoring the taste
Of kings.
