My thoughts ricochet like

the spray of a rifle inside my head

(even though, it's numb as novocaine)

Absolutely engulfed, awake and tried

I feel like I'm slowly losing my mind.

All the color; the fear

the whispers in my ear—

I float far away in a luxurious rage.

I can feel my heart race at a lovely, quickened

speed.

I can sense my mind clutter

with fevered speech

and ugly gravitational need.

I can hear the wind whispering—calling me out of lofty daydreams.

Absolutely engulfed, awake and tried

I feel like I am slowly losing my mind.

I can smell the metaphorical nature of death

I can see the white smog of your breath

Please take a hold of me (while you can)

latch on, grab tight until the bright light of dawn.