41-Prisoner in hell (10-17-17)

The water spilt from my mouth
I want to drink more

I Drank all of it
I want to drown myself
to choke and to feel breathless

but my throat blocked the path and it spilt from my mouth

giving me a chance

To breath once more

And live
This life

Like I am a prisoner

in hell

I want to sleep forever until I meet my grave.

Close my eyes, succumb to eternal darkness until I lose my sight.
To disappear,
To stop the thought running inside my brain

I feel like a prisoner in hell
My temper is rising.

I can't fucking calm down!

I once thought I was a water
but I was wrong
Yes, I am composed of water,
I am gas vapour, just lit me up

I'm ready to be Gunfire

Disappear like smoke, left with an odour.

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