Labored with in a hollow cavern,
the air stagnant,
slow to move.
Fear of escaping the warmth
of the hollowed womb.
It has grown thick.
It is red.
It is Silent
Living dead
Pulsing
bleeding
forever
feeling
A shallow breath
INHALE
Exhale
Something a little dark. For years this has been an outlet. I fear I have become a slave to my world. I just need to breathe. ~Enreal