Would you even shiver
When I fall from this pinnacle of ecstasy
To the pulsating ocean of thought?
Would you dab a paintbrush at me
When I fade away to monochrome depression
With a bleeding throat in a monster's hands?
Would you even bat an eyelid
When I shine flashlights at you in despair
Scared to dare the haunting dark?
Would you even speculate
What runs inside of me?
Whats burning my imprisoned times?
Typhoons craving and wailing in here?
The prospect of my grave so soon?
