I watch as my eyes become clouded.
I sit still as my lungs continue to constrict…
It’s forgetting to take in breath.
We have forgotten what it means to breathe.
My grey matter fails me.
All one-hundred billion fail me.
Confused… It attacks itself
Turning blue by default
My sensuality kills and drowns and sanity.
My creativity is my blue captivity.
When it all turns black…
Red will be all you see.