I, and my breath ,weighing tons

And my sorrowful lungs

And the vortex which made home in my chest-

are drowning in billows of sadness.

Wailing in slumber,

the ghosts, they haunt me in my dream time.

An aria of anguish,

mi canciòn lulls to decrescendo.

Slowly submerging betwixt

The tectonic plates of agony,

I writhe in pain.

In vain, I gasp through trachea ablaze.

Defeated.