Cries for nothing but peace or silent revenge
But my mind, immortal as it is
Roars against it, my veins, the hot blood they pump
Feeds into my turbulent heart, the epicenter of my emotions
An amalgam of red, blue and white — A kaleidoscope
All blends through the facets of my skin,
Thus leak through my phantom limbs
I dare not question, my tongue dares to move
With my venomous teeth, I bite it.
The sour taste of blood, reawakens me,
Reminds me I’m still alive
Though my heartbeat moves in sync,
with the harrowing pulsation of time..
The Hours, The Minutes, To the final second
Until the time is no more, I can’t race against it.
BUT what If I CAN?
