Claustrophobia Poem by Mrs. Vicious Demon

Closed up in a confined place with no way out. Air getting more precious than your life it self. Every corner looking the same as the last. One door, one key, two holders who guard your only exit. No way out! Your body is leaning toward the brink of destruction, losing a priceless amount of worth with every second that passes. No one knows where you are and where you are is unknown. The walls are closing in on you and you sware that they are moving but no one litsens. You can't bare to have your life taken from you like this, so you pick up a rusty razor that you find laying on the floor. Is this how it ends? You ask yourself. You look at your wrist, at the razor and then at the guards. I guess we both got what we wanted, I'm gone and theres no more claustrophobia.