Why do i choke?
when it burns like hell's twin,
why do i let it?
when it fills my heart, and boils over,
why don't i recover the mess?
when it comes down to it, i can't breathe.
when you show it, i can't help,
but be a mirror.
why do i choke?
why are they stuck in the back of my throat?
why can't i just cry?
