Saturday, September 13, 2008
toxic air
I'm killing myself in this small room,Where the air is thin and the smell of paint is heavy.As my mind sway from side to side,My heart feels like it's going to stop at any moment.I'm going through a slow suicidal state right now by just staying in this room.I need a breather.But the more i breathe,the faster this feeling becomes.I need..an oxygen tank.Don't worry,I'm not dying.Just in a room with painted walls.Note to oneself : I'm being too sadistic.
-SillY-
{ 11:22 PM }