Drown

Ah, there's too much gas in the blood.

Confusion begins to set in;

An acid bath, and I'm the tub.

It's a basic play to threaten

Consequences unthought of -

Up to the very last second,

As if they were made on a whim. 

You bet it was planned, I reckon.

So, pretend like you care again,

While a replacement is beckoned.

Ah, these breaths are way too shallow.

The water cannot reach my gills.

The flames melt both ends of tallow;

Still not enough to pay the bills.

A burnout, too charred for aloe.

Why's the candle so goddamn short?

And why can't it light up a room?

A sort that yearns solely for sport,

Was weaved from an unsteady loom.

A project, too late to abort,

Must now suffer to reach its tomb.