Air

The air here is dusty
And damp and heavy
The metal bars are rusty
From being left alone

The air desires
To swallow me whole
It's thickness rises
Surrounds me alone

It wraps its fingers
Around my throat
It's hot darkness lingers
As its clasp is tightened

It pulls me near
To trap me within
My unknown fears
Of the world stopping its spin

The air chokes me
With its all-knowing mind
Too foggy to see
But too clear not to

The air rests
Upon my corpse
Making it's nest
And basking in lost hope

It feeds upon
My lost crimson blood
Soaking and basking on
The liquid life
The air is quick
And cuts like a knife