The wind of my breathing
I was able to breathe normally
Sucking the transparent
Gust of cool air
Something is clutching my windpipe
Behind my ribcage
Is my broad lungs
Seemingly wants to explode
Struggling to reach for air
In my box of thoughts
Something is clogging my fragile lungs
And my lungs is transmitting
The pain from chest to body
Suddenly, I can feel a disconnection.
Where did my lungs go?
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Shadow of The Crimson-Eyed.
PoetryWithin the collection of poems I've written behind the titles contain emotions and dark imaginations I wouldn't like to share with normal people.
