asphyxiation

the thought of yew is just an asphyxiation..
i wake in the middle of the night breathless..
yew used to be the air that i breathed..
that air has become polluted..
and death
comes slow
and excruciatingly painful..
quick intoxication..
thats all yew are to me..
a throbbing sensation
that leaves me crying..
pleading..
and begging
for someone..
anyone..
to just kill me..
i pray for comfort..
and am given..
distress..
sorrow..
angst..
depression..
these are all i seem to know of lately..
im crying..
pleading..
begging..
for someone..
anyone..
to please..
just..
kill..
me..