Living feels like asking God how long He can hold His breath

Now every inch of the mind is brave--
With tendrils recoiled from the cold outside
Slowly failing to find internal warmth

Steel railings and the dead grass of winter
Concrete barriers and withered flesh seep under my skin
To find the verdant fields of my youth...

They are here to stay, in my world they are projected:
An amalgamation of things
Rushing past my eyes
Too fast to really see, too fast for words...

Next comes summer, only my tongue is a sour piece of meat
And stones have grown throughout my body
So I look up, and out
to forget

Then a smattering of warm rain
Before winter finds my bones again,
hiding

... See the green peeking through the rubble
Of our ravaged city
And know that lysis can occur at any time,
And live intently

Then, my heartbeat knocks against itself

It's heaven or hell
Frustrated with the fruit inside