The feeling when you can't breathe,
or perhaps you just don't want to...
the gnashing of the soul...
it's raw to the bone, ripping the lifeforce into shreds
it gnaws its way into the psyche, perplexed
asking questions with no answers
it grates and crushes, until the mind is just a grind
broken, fallen down in crevices between pain and regret
half dead, half alive in festering remorse, false hope
a mere whisper of a spirit remains
the ghost of you haunts me...
is it an aberration or finely designed
I feel I'm going insane, yet I never want it to stop