An immortal person—-
The first breath he was breathed was
rather uncomfortable.
And it’s not been since that moment
That there was a change.
He never knew he didn’t need air to breathe
because he was stuck with it.
Like the food that answers his hunger,
The air he breathed was just a curse.
In time, domination became so thin—-
Air seemed so good to the broken.
But the glove that became more essential
than the hand that wore it
Made the image of the surface
More substantial than the depths beneath.