Catch me
Breathing through a straw
The airway from beating heart is
Diminishing, rotting away
Caving in like the walls
That suffocate me
Unpure, unsteady,
Is my destined hand as I
Write to my salvation
Waiting, for the blackest sun
To set upon this suffering
Internal carnage, I can feel it
I'm slipping away
In to the shadows of my
Twisted mind
The corners of my pain
Too fragile, too young
Too pure of heart
But I'm slipping, falling
And you just can't
Catch me