My Karma

by DeadFashionista   Apr 13, 2008


Though I can breathe
I choke
Choke on the air,
coughing up smoke
Though I can see
Nothing is clear
Or maybe it feels
like its not even real
though I can feel,
I feel dead,
dead on my insides
dying of dread
though I can speak
I'm never heard
I don't know what I am
My existence...absurd.

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