Her heart was a clock.
Each second she was able to hear it she kept hoping to not run out of time.
Her toes shook as rattles each time she would pop the joints.
Her eyes closed like wings of a bat flapping to keep from falling.
And her lips smacked like the waves of an ocean hitting the coast.

Rhythm was her life.
Every minute was fifteen measures each as important as the last.

She was a masterpiece.

today is a day of pain

If I were to die tonight
Would you follow me towards the light
Or sit back and laugh in delight
Because this would be the last night

The closer you are to the future
The closer you are to the end

We all just happen to be specimens
Trapped in the same terrained terrarium
Living to learn how to die.

Her pupils reflect the light which bolts upon her screen
To change direction and find the beauty on her face.
Her hair is the color of milk chocolate and shares the sweetness
With the cotton candy consistency it contains.
Her nose is a newly planted trunk blooming flowers of beauty
And with each bud comes a new light.
Her lips are two rocks exerting energy against each other
As if hesitant to speak.
As if she'd ever speak to me.
And as if I'd ever agree.
Because beauty and nervy were never meant to meet
Much more is that they were never meant to be.