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Infinity


I take this chilled breath As if it is to be my last. Lungs expand in the Hopes of one more euphoric second, Heart creaking with The weight of rusty hinges and fleshy scars, Am I going insane? I am a Young body with an eternal mind, I still fear death. Fragile soul, Infinity is the beads By which my personality Changes, disintegrates. Past, present, and future. Somehow, I still end up Where it all began. Here and now.
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