Suffocation

Hands around my throat
I’m being drug around like a tote
There’s gotta be someone with this feeling
That knows how I’m dealing

Breaths are fading fast
These are all my last
Soon my lips will turn true blue
It’s time I withdrew
Stop fighting the grip
Away goes my life’s trip

The grip locks until I go numb
The last beat of my song has been strung
I can’t hold on long
This grip is tight and strong

Here I lay, passed out on the floor
My gripper exits the door
My eyes become a clear glaze
I go through a daze into my final phase

No strength left in me
No strong will, you see
Everyone was wrong
Now that they realize I’m gone