I forget to breathe when I look into your brown eyes. I suffocate as I'm trapped inside the tomb inside your mind. There's a house there, and your soul lays inside. I'm turning blue from the lack of air but I don't mind it. I trudge up the flight of stairs that feel never-ending. I step into the far room in the corner and your soul lays there. It's cold so I cover it with a sheet. I whisper into your ear, "resa por mi," and your soul turns over to the other side. I'm contempt though and I make my way out. As I stand at the porch of your housed mind the wind carries me away like dust.