i havnt written in a while so here is my attempt to get back in the swing of it

[emohappy]

Plastic bags are the lungs i don't have
my life life goes out and lets nothing in
my body cools and stills
the worries paass like a dream
and i feel nothing.
no pain
no sorrow
no anger
or doubt.
my life is ending.
no no it's beginning
i cannot tell.
the cold embraces me
i feel myself spread out
for its taking i can't escape
why have i come to this place
where i am alone?
someone help me
to get my head out of this artificial lung
that is taking my breath away.