2 September 2012
No oxygen, No air, How am I meant to breathe?
Nothing here, Nor there, I'll just sit and seethe.
You took away, My breath, And with it my life.
I feel I'm facing, Death, He's wielding his black scythe.
I just want to, Run, To get away from here.
Being with you is, No fun, I wish you'd just disappear.
Maybe I will, Live, To tell another tale.
Or perhaps I'll, Go with, Someone who doesn't make me wail.
Go Away • Opuss № I