Living Fast & Dying Faster

My love, it knows not a single limit.

I have a heart, yes, but it does not beat for me.

My heart yearns to regulate anything, but itself.

Steadiness has never been a pace I’ve experienced, but rather, a distant delusion.

This tune, my body cannot fathom repeating, as it knows my heart is here to listen, but always off beat.

My compassion is bloody

Because I am covered in fire,

and a busy heart has no time to extinguish its flames,

a mind.

a life,

In constant mourning for My Life.

I’ve dissatisfied all of you,

with The Life you blatantly preferred.

I miss the genuine smiles that came easy to my young heart

My body yearns for a future it was teased at

My brain hungry for knowledge it no longer has the energy to comprehend

The feeling of freedom lingers on my now sore fingers, itching for some form of escape

But my body,

My mind,

Have been condemned to my bed, anxious with the idea of a life worth living