Two

I gasp.
It strangles me in the night.
Its slimy digits surround.
Wraps its tendrils 'round my neck,
Violently pulling me down.

I sigh.
Heavy black smoke billows out
From my cracked, bleeding lips.
I feel it crawling inside me,
Probing and tensing its grip.

I cry.
Tears fall in sickening clumps,
Their poison tainting the air.
A foreign tongue laps them up,
Consuming the sweet despair.

I scream.
Breath catching in my throat,
The phantom hands squeeze tight.
Darkness overcomes my eyes,
Drowning out the light.

I die.