however, as every dream starts,
mine has rushly reaches its endㅡ
as the sun's glory peaks,
pain shoots through my veins,
i voicelessly suppress the pain,
i grab my chest, as if i clutch for dear life,
and chase it with my labor breaths,
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
