The blood coursing through my veins
Now touched by my tongue
Only my soul remains.
For my heart, beating like a drum at a million times a minute
My brain, staticking wild
I’m not sure what to think.
These words pop in my head next by next in a line
The line I walk because it’s mine.
Just like the world,
It’s been etched in ink.
Now my heart slows, and the words slip away
Like my thoughts grown tired, it is the end of my stay.