POISONED AIR.

Let me rot.

Need to start over.

Madness made it through.

Stop. 

Take a deep breath.

Fill my lungs with poisoned air.

I will die,

and resurrect with a new pair.

Heal,

and it´ll become real.

Jump.

And let go.

Crash, and put it back up.

Accelerate.

Feel real,

feel nothing.

Small beginnings,

from small begennings.

Where am I?