Deoxygenated

Deoxygenated

Sometimes it feels like no else can see me
Transparent image in the mirror
As the wind whistles through my body
No footprints left as I run for the door
I live in dark rooms
Corridors leading to deeper , darker rooms
My life is drained and I am useless
Still I run the rat-race
Trapped in a never ending circle
Life itself a constant chore
Provider of life yet overlooked