My Final Race
My heart is a racehorse
I'm terrified yet whipping it faster.
Sights sharper than cut glass
tastes like a penny on my tounge
hands cold and clammy, but body burning
and bleach clawing at my nose,
sounds like a tunnel, someone wants in.
I felt like chocolate tasted,
Silky sweet and smooth
Hershey's in the Nevada sun.
Silence deaphening in my head
lonely in a crowd.
A tittynope of magic still scattered on the table,
We've got too much energy to clean it.
we haven't had enough until we've had a little more.
The silky sheet of immortality
draped across the feelingto
torn away too soon
We sat still as a breeze,
serious as the sun, dancing on a pool.
I tripped across clouds
grasping at sunbeams
The princess still searching
for that first feeling
knowing that all too soon
she'd crash far below
an unnoticed hole
stepped over by those so far above.
A twitchy corpsesul
king in the shadows
a sugar so sweet
As I work my magic
the audiance dances
unaware of my grand finale.
As the race ends
it skids to a halt
never to race again.
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