Dying just to Breathe
I can finally move, but I sit entombed
only able to exhale, inside my mothers womb
I can’t see, but I hear and feel so much
Rushed into a giggle that’s quickly hushed
kicking these walls but they close on me
wishing to be free, and dying to breathe
I can hear the nurses calling for help, something’s dangled around my neck
been to heaven and I’ve been through hell, but I haven’t been to earth yet
so if this one catastrophe wishes to rob my dreams, there’ll be hell to pay
the devil hates me and god is too weak, to control my immortal rage
my mother is in pain and I can no longer exhale, what is this choking me
all that I wanted was to be born, and now I’m dying just to breath
I can feel my blood rushing away from my head
I’ve actually bled, looks like I’ll soon be dead
the lights are flickering on and off, I hear crying
dying and the angels are coming, it’s surprising
because while my life fades to the hands of Hades
I live a split second, dying just to breathe
The demons play with me like I’m their child
I grow senile, condemned; added into denial
and as Satan tries to keep me from leaving
I crawl away, dying just to breathe.