Tourniquet

This pace is intoxicating. Here comes the pain With a rush of blood to the head. Here comes an unforgettable drive, Pushing me and this space beyond limits. Here comes the piercing wound With the torn edges and shattered hearts. Here comes an open mouth, Hungry for anything remotely tempting. Here comes a mind numbing strength, Leaving me captivated and curious. Here comes an empty sigh followed by a stare of desperation, Turning me into a pillar of salt. Here comes our dredged atmosphere, Watching us duck with sheepish shame. Now finally, The dreamer’s handcuffs and The realist’s metal bars. Now with a closed mouth and opened eyes, This place is intoxicating.