No Air

Breathing in there is no air

I struggle to fight as I suffocate

Digging hysterically to become free

The coffin holding me in

My fingers pry at the wood

Fighting to open it so I can have air

The coffin confines me within the ground

The last moments of my life are below the ground

The darkness is relaxing

The silence is golden

My mind smiling, realising this is freedom

The freedom I need from the monsters within my world

Freedom I need from the monsters within my mind

I can live in this coffin without air

Giving up my ability to breath, just for this freedom without air

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