Suffocated lives seem liveable,
Breathable.
The inhales become the problem.
The exhales the solution.
I sigh the differences,
Measure them,
Like a tonic poured down the throat
Of a long-suffering leper,
A magical potion.
The sibyl often warned me,
To maintain hard hearted distances
I admit I failed.
Can you legalize the deadlock?
Euthanasia, may be?
