Out of Air - by Erik Smith
stuck in a bucket of
vasoline
capped tightly by black celophane
punching to free myself from this
mouthful of shit i've just gone insane
always rushing down the river of piss
looking out i see boats
rowing upstream to escape the terror
waving and laughing they pass me by
i'm screaming cussing and flipping them off
they're laughing some more as i becin to cry
i can't breathe in this as i begin to die
