I stand starry eyed, paralyzed
the weight of fear, crushing
constricting every tendon
and my body feels stuck
in a post mortum rigor mortis
unable to move, to speak
unable to hear anything
except the thump pump
of my fast paced pumping heart
as it echoes pulse mixed delirium through my head
I can see it, watch silently
as the world spins, tilted
on magnetic axis
watching as my life flashes
in sequence of 32 frames per second
when will it end, it should end now
now that I have tasted the bitter taste of truth
that I would gladly trade back in
for the sweetness of your lies
as your mouth moves
slowly forming phrases that you are leaving me
it should end now
me, in this world of alone
rotating, slightly tilted, silently
did you hear the breaking of my heart?