Pump,
My heart pumping,
Furiously hard,
Insanely rapid.
My lungs,
Contracting expanding,
Twice a second,
Thrice a second.
This is torture,
My body shutting down,
I have to run faster.
Their whips,
Closing up,
If I don't speed up,
I will be caned,
My flesh will split open,
Blood sputters freely.
It's sad,
When blood,
Has more freedom than you.
My heart lungs legs,
Working on overdrive,
Explode.
Limits have been pushed,
And the metre breaks.
I fall to the ground,
Sputtering blood,
My blood is free.
Finally,
So am I.
I have ended my journey here,
I am of no more.
I ran and ran,
Till I can not no more.
The pain that shoots through me,
Pulsating greatly,
I feel the blood pumping,
And flowing out of my body.
Life,
Is flowing out of me,
A colourful mist leaks out of me.
It reaches the sky,
And so do I.
