#22
My throat tightening fast
The wooden barrier
Constricting my passage
Heaving, wretching, wretched
Saps the struggling soul
Reducing me to nought
Outside sears my spirit
Nauseous to my core
Overwhelming senses
Consciousness fading fast
Pressure pounds weary brain
Caving in crushing me
Ritual now followed
Penance painfully paid
Outside at a high price