• I can't breathe.
    My eyes grow cold.
    I'm gasping for breath,
    I don't get air,
    All I suck in is darkness,
    Ghosts,
    Sorrow.
    I can usually take that,
    But tonight I choke.
    For that's my last time I consume them.
    In the morning I'll be burning in Hell.
    And it will be totally worth it.