In a place where oxygen is motivation.
Turning without a sound,
The wind is only white noise as it rushes past.
Making my ears bleed.

Falling into oblivion.
Slow motion making me feel that I have all the time in the world to regret my decision.
Yet, mere seconds have ticked away from my grasp.

And it burns me like a second skin...

I'm watching from outside my own body.
This new and foreign territory.
All for strange eyes.
In Limbo.
Where perspective is like a hazing dream.
And I've got to go soon...

I can't breathe here anymore.