My Suffocation

A simple poem of the world closing in.

My heart is empty tonight...
Making me cold and treacherous.

There is a darkness lingering.
I know not its purpose.

Its control is endless,
influential,
and yet,
I am willingly submissive.

This union activates
unknown elements
within me.

Inventing.
Conceiving.

I have detected
a phenomenon
in me.

My eyes have become
threatening,
intimidating,
continuously desired.

My mouth is
supple,
iniquitous,
craved.

My words are
potent,
more than
ever.
Many
underestimate
their
vivacity.

This enlightenment
is composing
loneliness in my
existence.

Will this atmosphere ever diminish?
Or will it suffocate?