Peccatum

I breathe without access to air

The wind escapes

The present of mine

Leaving stillness behind

"The state of suffocation

- of suffocation"

I breathe without

Access to air



There is no option

There is no freedom

When abandoned in

The state of manifestation



Once more and once again

My lungs are receiving

The air which nothing brings

"The state of starvation

- of starvation"

Forcing me to strangle

From within