Automatic Air

The air is not clean

nor pure,

or natural

Each breath choking me from inside

It's poison in my lungs just waiting to burst

Just waiting for me to breathe it in again

There is no escape

No choice in the matter

The air I breathe is dead

The fear of this life overwhelms me

It makes it hard to speak

Hard to breath

This is the future I see

So I keep suffocating silently

Unless…

I make my choice 

I stop it now

I save the air I breathe

If only so it can save me