Waylen Ashwood

Trapped within myself, with no air to fill my chest
Scraping at crevices, prying at folds, distressed.

In a frenzy, I run deeper, craving a breath of life,
Yet deeper I descend, like an animal in strife.

A fierce hunger consumes me, desperation is all I taste,
Jaws clenched upon my being, my self laid to waste.

With twitching fingers, yearning claws tear and rend apart,
Through self-inflicted agony, searching for solace’s start.

For a simple breath of air, to soothe my lasting plight,
Release this inner yearning, let calmness be my light.