1, 2, 3

Breath 1, 2, 3.
God please,
This air you breathe,
you intake and 
the O2 that suffocates,
Then the moment in time 
when all stands still,
that moment in time 
makes it hard to swallow.
Smell the roses, 
Blow out the candles.
You throw it back up
all because of your heart,
which beats so fast 
it breaks the skin,
rips out your chest
still continuing to pump 
in your hands, 
making you fall into 
the 6 foot grave dug out 
just for you.
Or wait maybe you don't fall,
maybe you keep on 
living an ordinary day,
keep on seeing 
the sunsets at night.
But this time you don't feel,
you don't breath that dirty air,
you don't hurt anymore,
you don't have to eat
or sleep,
your troubles slide away,
Cold water to your face.
And maybe you could still love,
something you didn't get
while your heart still danced 
in your chest,
you could still laugh,
smile, play. 
Or maybe you'd still be that empty shell and slowly rot away.