Scorching heat burns up my throat;

Locked limbs prevent me from moving.

My belly quakes with unease,

My eyes mist with unshed tears.

They stare back at me,

Eyes like angry daggers.

I can’t help but feel despair,

For I have dug my own grave.

Pressure beats against my head,

Like a hammer against a nail.

My lungs swell with need for air.

My vision dimming from held breath.

Lies tumble out of my mouth,

Again and again.

Lies are what started this mess.

Why can’t I stop the lies that lay within?