Choker

For an instance,

Sit and think.

How would it feel,

To just see someone blink?

Blink in the sense,

That they can't shout.

The diminishing oxygen

Brings no words out of the mouth.

You need a good plastic

Just around the head.

To witness life leave slowly,

Till they are half past dead.

The fingers would twist

And the toes would wine.

The lungs would struggle

And press against the spine.

Every part of the body shrugs,

It's felt in every vein.

The phenomena of being choked,

Is way above any pain.

The mouth would gape,

The eyes would pop out of the head.

It's time to leave now;

Your victim is already dead...