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