Suffocation

Of carmine fancies ripen those airy dreams
For she, no longer a lilac, she no longer a fragrant air beam
Now, she is only a bleeding fleeting she! And she still sits on
her crimson prime!
Lungs ballsed up, lungs
Needst really to be pumped,
Needst really to be pumped-up
Every time
She gets in that bitter biting carbon ride?


Every time, overthrown
Suffocating like a sole pent respite in rent
That walked her veins and washed all her frowning scent


Every time
She rode high in the sinister haze of that dying air
Her lungs fail to win an asthma puffer
Her lungs cease with a daring absurd ease, cease to suffer
Asphyxiated, she dropped her lungs muffler!
She reminisces,
O my screeching lungs! She is only faithful to no numbers but to those impairs!