Empty Breather

Empty Breather Damn the quiet sickness that you keep as secret luck, but some remnant of peace has granted me with much less muck. Unlike the flames that burn this is a natural sort of light: a softer air of peace to beathe can kill away the night. An air, so bare won't promise paradise with a coin but care so there won't be anything destroyed. Empty breather, you can breath now. You had early morning sickness, but wait 'til noon comes around