my poem: death through grips.

this about someone who dies by having tight grips restrict there breathing.

see through my eyes

you'll find no lies

only the truth

that'll blow your roof

a happy soul,

that's my destined role

people think i'm mental

no 'm not for rental.

please don't tighten the grips

my ability to breathe slips

this is my last chance

i glance my last glance

my eyelids flutter

and my life is slowely closing the shutter

now my world has turned black

and i know theres no way back.