I think my "creative" juices are making a comeback... sorta, but not really.
The haze choked on the vibrations of vocal cords.
Upon the notion of the unexpected blackmail,
Exhalation was nothing more than
A cunt lurching through a dank alleyway.
This is the hymn of hysteria.
Breathing defines debilitation and exhaustion.
Hyperventilate, while a frenzy of fiends feasts on the murk.
Suffocation evolves into tranquility.
The blur lacks proficiency in the "Navigational Department."