Inadequate my words <br />written on the glass <br />my eyes blind open <br />my breath my last <br />I press my hands <br />upon your flesh <br />to free me from, prisoning mesh <br />the walls cave, the air thickens <br />pathetic my screams <br />lies, my dreams <br />I try painfully <br />i cry loneful <br />I pray<br /><br />Jacob Andrew Jarman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toxic-pleasure/
