Screaming, until your voice gives way.
Body trembles, begging for breath
But the stagnant air refuses its request.
Strength gives way, as your body folds
Onto itself. Becoming nothing but flesh
Eroding into the floor by tear's caustic stench.
Stirring the demons, that live underneath
Swirling and snarling, there is no reprieve.
Dying here slowly, at least that's how it seems.
When you've drained all your tears,
And you can no longer breathe.