An Ending

Living,
Breathing.
And windows close,
As doors open.
And all I see is an opaque shroud,
Suffocating my senses,
Spiralling down my throat to grab my lungs in a death-grip,
A wringing torture of intensity unknown.

Heart stopping,
Breath leaving.
Manacles of love restrict my limbs,
And yet I strain,
Against the cool metal as it skins my wrists,
And cuts deep into my ankles.
Despair as I realise there is no escape,
I'm blind to those routes another might take.

Lids leadening,
Breath ceasing,
Oxygen evacuates my corpse for the last time,
Leaving me warm, inside my mind.
As sight blackens and eyes roll up.
And here I struggle, left alone, and trapped.
And now, I know, the end is here.
An end, to life, and pain, and fear.

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Biography

This is my first time submitting anything to EA. I live in London, England, and think that the best characters take the bus, train or plane with you. Depressive poems are my,er, "speciality".