And afraid to breathe.
The room is filled with it
one sip of those sweet, sweet fumes
will be the beginning of the end for me.
I am alone,
the only one terrified of losing myself.
the only one haunted by the idea of being consumed with poison.
Everyone else ingest these toxic fumes with no fear...
May it be, they are not aware?
It is odorless.
It is tasteless.
But all I see is smoke,
All I see is death.
All I see
left and right.
But I must breathe.
And there is no where I flee to.
This is all I know.
All I have ever wanted to know ,