::09:12:08::

::: The Minute After :::

Breathing comes fast like
Oh sh..
Adrenaline
Pumping
Wait
I hear… something
Forget it
It’s nothing
Whatever goes in your vein
Travels straight to the brain
I have to strain
My eyes to see
Is it me?
There in the mirror
Or maybe..
My vision gets no clearer
Not so sure
If it matters
If it mattered
There’s the last scar
A purple mark
The world gets dark
Permanent night
It’s allright
My heat comes from the light
Inside
I don’t like the sunlight
I’ll never reach that sweet sight
The heaven from the first time
Before I cried
Back when I laughed
When the heat moved like comfort
Instead of pain
Whatever goes in your vein
Travels straight to kill your brain

Written by: ~ Beatnik D