Give up.

by Brittney Jackson   Dec 17, 2007


Shake the pack
Drop another death token into your hands
"Just a few more and you will have a free ride straight to hell"
Breathe in that poison air
You might as well while you still can
Exhale a kind of smoke
That threatens to rip
threatens to tear apart
my insides, choke
up, start shaking
does it feel good to kill me like this?
Stop breathing in
you know what youre in for dont you?
never exhale
we all know you are so good at holding things in
never breathe again
Is that what you wanted?

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