Swift and cunning like the perfect snake, not evil, but not good and yet somehow wiser than anyone you could ever meet.

Feel it wrap around you like a silken cloak, it's very thread shadow and bone.

It takes the breath out of your lungs and knocks you back into your oblivion, making the words you could've said become senseless and dull.

It is suffocating and erratic, confiscating your air, you do not deserve it anymore.

It kills your lungs in tortuous agony and let's you fade out in a slow passive heartbeat.