Asphyxiate

A disease  
Dying by the day  
And growing by the nights.  
Bleeding strings  
And clueless kites  
Seething in agony;  
Reeling these dreams  
Round this hatred  
Of life, existence  
And its creatures.  
Barbed wires  
From a colorful fence  
Sinking in the flesh  
Above these shoulders,  
With its stench
Quenching pain.  
Wrenching ..  
Some twisted thoughts  
And indecipherable laments  
Sinking in the mire.  
Grains of wheat  
Itching this throat  
So dry..  
Killing this thirst  
With passion so wry  
Of drowning this toy.  
And when I asphyxiate  
Begging for air,  
I look at my reflection  
On those bubbles  
Floating away.