Red and black

My heart is running a marathon
and my breath can't keep up anymore.

This fear in my centre of compassion is growing stronger and fiercer each day.

My mind searching for the origin of this apprehension.

Darkness has fallen, and I look in the eyes of one of those riders of the night.

Tenderness is flowing through my body.

But my stomach can't tolerate this kindness and starts mixing up my feelings.

It is that sickness that awakens my panic that pushes me over the edge, promoting the child in me.

No cure can save me, and so i remain a solitary soul, trapped in a vicious circle.

If only i could find the might to break the margins of my reformatory, only then could I experience real love again!