Heartless and Disorientated

i.b.b

if to breathe is to live
then in between breaths
we are all dead

all these wretched beings walking the halls don't know the truth of their lying lungs, paralyzed after every exhale

choking on their own cells they know nothing

and i can't form the words

the words to piece together and tell them all they're just

corpses

suffocating

slowly