MY BREATH AWAY BY Diah Trisnamayanti, S.S.

I BREATH ON EVERY SINGLE DOT IN MY BODY
TO HEAL MY INJURY DEEP HEARTH ON A SOUL
TO TRIP THE OXIDANT ONTO THE STREAM OF MY BLOOD

BLACK DARK BLOOD GETS THROUGH MY WAY OF LUNG
DEPRESSING TIME MAKES ME ENJOY TO LICK THE HAPPINESS IN DREAMING CRACK
OF THE EMPTY SOUL RIGHT MY WAY.

CARBONDIOXIDE IS FULL OF STREAMING LIGHT BLOOD...
I AM DYING...
FULLY DYING...
I AM CONCIOUSNESS... WHITE ... PAINT... COLD....
BURY IN THE GRAVE YARD.