A Beautiful Decay

You breathe, I hold. It's always been like that, but now it's borrowed Breath wrapped in a bottle. A ceiling glows with embers close to Black, and heat waves ripple, making edges Wobble. Hot air hits my airway, it swells as it Goes. My lungs start to tighten, The blood flow slows. Grip starts to loosen and vision just Goes. My brain starts to flicker, Then shuts. Hello, a beautiful decay. We're dying in the ashtray of Fame. A beautiful decay. I hear you call, I'm bound to Obey. A beautiful decay. Trapped us in a golden frame. Each breath a heavy chain we cannot tame. A shotgun kiss felt right when the fire was Yours to light. But when it's not your match, it burns too Bright. In slow and flashed, the cigarette I Had the night you cried for help, Thumped on my door. Then all the things I did when life hung By a thread, and I would do each one Again for sure. I see all the messages that I never Sent. I think about words I should've Said. I smell burnt flesh from the car turning wrong. Am I burning too? Why is this in my head? Hello, a beautiful Decay. We're dying in the ashtray of fame. A beautiful decay. I hear you call, I'm bound to obey. A beautiful decay. Trapped us in a golden frame. Each breath a heavy chain we cannot tame. A shotgun kiss felt right when the fire was Yours to light. But when it's not your match, it burns too Bright.