ASPHYXIATE
even try not to hear,
despite of closed eyes,
when brain's no longer clear,
if hallucination's full of lies,
no escape would be possible,
no saviour would even come.
isolated in a room so small,
yet somehow felt so crammed.
clock ticks so fast, run out of breath.
in a single blast, there comes thy death.
supressing the hidden, in a room, restrained.
for success of doom, one must die in vain.
xii.ix.xxvii