The beat only drops
when my heart fails
to see you for what you are.
In the light of a car beam
of eternal stars
of the future.
I lost track of counting
of how many times I died.
My broken back, my broken sentiment.
The rumbling continues
as sanity fades away.
It should be a warning,
a war drum.
I am hunter, I am prey;
I am lost.
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