Rest

Spinning, dizzy, lonely road. trot by no one, your body only a ghost. images vivid and bright, a wrist sucking you in pulling you tight. faces surrounding blurred out by light, darkness comes over you but you can feel it's not night. warmth of this creature, the touch of his lips, his hands placed so right on your hips. bashing, breaking, and all alarm. head racing, air come and gone. treading slow and heavy, wondering if your soul is ready. lost beneath, new you is born. loud screams of the trumpets horn.
"peace thank god at last!" , but what's this the door closes all of too fast. your holding on clawing back, you can't believe it's your time to rest. pulling you back wards, unbelievable pressure on your chest. and to this no one gets. you tried so steady, so hard to forget.
But Even Your Best Friend Would not Let It Rest.