Blank minds result in weakened hearts;
all clear now, feel the shock.
Beat one, beat two; now three, now four...
life measured by red lines and clocks.
Pump, pump; oxygen now circulates.
Take a breath and take it well.
Quietly, watching, hoping...
red line dips and swells.
It smells sterile in this silent place,
wiped clean of fingerprints.
Disinfect memories and dreams;
of life, remove the hints.
Tick tock, tick tock; the world is burning down,
necessary is the antidote.
Suicide seems so unplanned,
when you never wrote the note.
A thousand ways to die tonight,
tears hang upon the spider's silk.
Balloons make way for a greyer place;
as you die, the whole world tilts.
"The hours pass,
and she still counts the minutes that I am not there"
