You give me the life I live and yet you take it from me.
breath by breath, sigh by sigh
When you succeed, perhaps I will leave my anguish behind
as a small token of my gratitude.
You, so smug and triumphant in your makebelieve of past lifetimes
are mine through and through.
As your nurturing hands slowly strangle the life out of me, I wonder if you realise
I may not have another to even die in.
Your trying to make me live in dark smoky chambers stifles me so.
Resent you I do. But then you grudge me no less.
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