the air in this house is exhausted

i breathe in this suffocation, 

and with it, i yearn for more,

the air in this house is suffocated, 

it is reused but not reborn, 

like a middle aged man, 

this air is tired of being around for so long 

the air in this house is exhausted, 

this water is still and untouched, 

i am this air: in its stillness, i dissolve, 

with it, I reek of dread 

i reek of exhaustion

i reek of monotony; beige and tired, 

the air in this house is exhausted.