A pointy edged sword dips just beneath the skin
Well known
Anticipating the triumph of whats to come
We draw in a breathe in childlike excitement
In an instant it hits
The taste
Almost metallic
I welcome it so
A warmth set on enveloping my entire being
It snakes its way to the top of my ever growing brow
Ding! Ding! Ding! Rings the dinner bell
An overwhelming euphoria takes me down
Intense
Yet comforting in all its excess
A solitary bliss in its own right
I take the knee
Conceding my crown to its devilish smirk
Skinned alive
This is my goodbye
The warmth that fills me
A shiver down my spine
The rush
As a steam engine fills my ears
I dance and stumble
I leap into the chaos
I love this
As my soul cries.
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