write poetry in a half lit room
im shivering cold
listening to trance-s
its bad,
there's nothing to gain but
repeat logic.
My heart keeps skipping,
beats,
by two a pulse-
A terrifying gap.
I keep thinking I'm about to have,
a HeartAttack.
blessed be the day it comes,
where lying in gravel
I see the sky & everything at peace-
An okay wonderful feeling of serenity,
as my duty ends
and i can
rest.