Hole in my breath.

I hold my breath so I can survive.

On this Earths crust with polluted water, and air in the sky.

Most toxic though is the parrisite people and I wish they would die. 

I struggle and gasp and if lucky am aloud lonly alittle quick breath at a time. 

Hard to breath when you supporting and holding up others only in order to survive. 

Why are you in my way anyways.

You say I cant do it alone and I owe it to you to go before me. 

Only for you to take it all and all but to remeber me. 

Then I sink dyeing and fading away.

Catching a glimps of content and happiness that I am having it my way. 

Just before I exhale my last breath you even take that away.

Resatuing me to put me back in play. 

I am through with your game, please get out of my way. 

If you dont I swear to God I am going to make you pay. 

Not in this life no way but after your life I will torment your soul

and burn you again over and over each time before reigintioning 

you after using you as my comode you worthless piece of deffcation.