The smoothness of his touch lingers through my veins,
It sparks within me and gives me more fire to inhale,
But how could it turn this way, as I exhale:
I felt his malignous yet angelic eyes burying me down in hell.
The broken clock strikes at 3 am and here we go again,
Running for a thousand times in countless miles, again and again.
Smiling while crying. Laughing while burning.
I stopped from breathing: thinking I could live my life in heaven.
