Hollow heart, excavated soul,
Darned lungs still work and play their role.
Dead, burnt, buried and decayed.
No tempt to exist, the reasons promptly fade.
Ceased, ruined, drained, terminated.
Respire still, faltering and bated.
I weep and I sting and I choke and I seethe,
Yet I breathe...Yes, yet I breathe.
