Four breaths in

Questioning my age.
This is just a phase.
Train reaches new speed.
Impeaching as I bleed.
Let the rapture come undone as I question it all.
Let the pictures come to fade as I come to a fall.
Pondering my fate knowing I will soon too pass.
Wondering my rage as knowing none will come to last.
Let it out.
Breathe it in.
The bitterness of nothing normal coming as a sin.
Shake about.
Come to spin.
The winter is now coming where spring should soon begin.
Where wondering of nothing worthy noting all the blunders lost.
The hunters coming bleeding tears when they see the holocaust.
Let. It. Out.
Breathe it it.
Be soon as the breathless wanderers wonder where to begin.
Be as baboons to the new people as they're studying your skin.
Let it out.
Breathe it in.
Act as actually breathless as this comes to an end.
Let it out...
Breathe it in...
Wonder if knowing is really such a sin.
Wonder if breathing breathless air is birthright to begin.
Let it out.