Is the air in this room draining,
or are my lungs shrinking?
Am I shackled to this chair,
or have my muscles turned to ice?
Brick by brick I am walled in.
My heart trembles as white noise fills my ears.
I am trapped. Death is imminent, it is here, it is now.
Brick by brick by brick.
Breathe breathe f*****g BREATHE--
Wait.
This room is smaller than before,
I am sure, I am sure.
Where has the door handle gone?
Why is it so hard to breathe?
I am never going to see the sky again.
Bricks and bricks and bricks--
A tomb.
A place to rot.
Lock me in,
LET
ME
OUT