My request

[billy]

I asked you to stop breathing
cease the bellows rhythm, i like the image here
pretending to soothe base moments,
easy words are lifeless here, wasted on an arid tongue.
Trespassed beyond retreat, rise and fall loop, loop, loop
pressure drops away, bellows broke.

feels like murder, or the asking of it, if so, try and give an image tat leaves us in little doubt what's happening. i also get a feeling that it could just be the break down of life because of age.

thanks for the read,