Air
I feel you slipping
Through the cracks of my lips
My lungs will not contract
For air does not exist
Chemicals staining my breath
Within this dimension I persist
If oxygen was human you'd be my last kiss
I stand on the edges of the furthest ground
I breathe an invisible gas
That makes no apparent sound
I consume you whole
And the corpse you leave behind
Resulting in an instant and pain free death that life defines
Where I see my hands and wrists
My legs and feet
But no one else is around me
Everything blurs
But the tears that will fly free
Without you is my end
So many signs could be vital
I ask for water to be send
I am breathing for survival
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