jaywalkerprodigy

A rush; Of silent sirens and imagined bars A pistol lickng the dewdrop of sweat from the cashier's frightened eyes A scream; Of lunatic desperation for a reprieve Frantically reaching for my heaven A mere needle-point away A trail; Of smoke lost in starlit skies Along with the remains of my life A pact signed with my tearstained joy A bullet; Silver in its unbearable intensity Shot in my heart, bleeding black Flowing into sewers of my soul A dream; Lost in my own hurricane paranoia Surviving only by the hearbeat Felt in the hand holding mine.