Blade sharp atmosphere surrounds my throat and clenches ruthlessly
To think air is what ends me
But it's not air, it's more, it's pure soul, untouched freedom of the soul
A third world entity that embodies everything that is human but not
It can't be touched, not physical, not tangible
Shivers rippled and tear through my mind as the crystal shards of air pierce my skin and blood begins to trickle
Now is it physical? No
I can't breath, every particle of air is being ripped seem by seem from my body
Now is it physical? No
Why does the pain penetrate so deep if not physical