Nothing is more lonely than unwelcome company
Choke on that flat but fierce foreign language
What are you talking about?
Sounds so cruel and base
I swear it was clear in here before you breathed in,
but you spewed and hacked out
this hateful, greenish gas from your pretty mouth
I think you're speaking venom, but your teeth aren't showing
You invaded my lungs, reminded me how alone
tiny and disparate I
can't keep up, lost
out of br eath
Lungs are failing, throat is swelling
you're still talking
Will will you please leave once you've finished poisoning all the air in the room?