I'll hold my breath and hope I choke.

This air is pollution.

I thought I'd cry, but now I'll hate you

until the day I die.

From the inside, I sigh.

I'll hold my breath then exhale your name

while I pray for death.

If this courage is wise, I'd step right up.

But my timing is wrong so I'll just feel stuck.

From the inside out, I feel real stuck within.

Sewed my eyes shut and armoured me with tin.

Now, I'm hard on the outside and more rot in between.

Sick mental pictures from the things I have seen.

You only disgust me when you're not around.

I'd love to see you!

Your nose in the ground,

a bat in the face,

a gun on my hip,

point at your stomach

and hope I don't miss!