With blood exploring every inch,
Trails of footsteps under my skin,
Reminding themselves of the places they had been.

As if they are waiting for a end that will never begin,
All entered in a competition to the thought they'd never win,
My mind an open ground for dumping.

The raging heart hammer once again thumping,
These soft inhales, my chest lifting and jumping,
Thick polluted air failing to contaminate,
The stars in your heart illuminate.

Dark dull spacious eyes hoping to duplicate,
Breathing a universe back of love to a abyss of hate ,
Reaching the victory only to contemplate

Maybe I'll live not to survive.
I think I am alive.