Do you know the truest form of suffocation?

It is tighter than the viper’s grasp

Sinking you to the brink of oblivion

A billion stars are no match for such a grip

For it turns hate inwards burning the soul

The heart staggers to find it’s beat

Eyes scream at the scalding silence

Welting on the scaffold

Driven and dazed

The old image remains fresh

Consuming pain burns the purpose for living

A null mercy, nobody knows

A senseless wooden brain

Carving blank moments

That will return.