Puncher in the stomach,
A needle running deep into veins.
Sticks piercing the pumps that makes,
My heartbeat so prompt.
Blood clotting up the signals,
Mixing them into fresh elements.
Seconds away from take off,
With the last explosion, the most defying.
Hit with stones,
Smashed with fear, I need space.
Repaired the wounds, stitches
intact,
On the road to becoming, a new heart.
