Your claws are digging into my skin,
And I scream for you to let go but you do not hear.
I am always choking.
The hands of millions reach out to stroke my throat,
But I feel each finger like a knifewound to the heart.
I am choking.
Life squashing life inside of me,
As the pressure builds up to the point of no return.
I am always choking.
I feel the weight upon my chest,
Of problems unsolved, crushing my breath in my lungs.
I am choking.
Drowning in my own spit,
I can only gurgle strainedly in despair.
I am always choking.
My own body works against me,
And my mind grips to my last breath as it floats on the wind.
