Sprinting through the blades off grass through the midnight wind The night hears my footsteps but I hear the music in my ears Running and spinning itβs nauseating Diving into the piercing cold lake sending a shock throughout my nervous system, jump starting my heart. Holding my breath so the liquid doesnβt fill my lungs, the lack of oxygen will burst my them instead of the water that will fill them later. I beg and beg to stop running, I plead as I wish to hear my footsteps and not the music sprinting in my head I hold my breath and the music stops I breath and the music plays Both will **** me, one quicker than the other One will drive me into a spiral of insanity One will drive me into cardiac arrest In the end the music will stop Maybe more to life after you take your last breath Only time will tell