Over Your Dead Body

Over Your Dead Body 

 I’m drowning through the unpleasant blood. 

Drinking the uncolored liquid. 

The tastes of the pain similar to holding your own grave. 

But, I can’t feel it. 

You’re already on the ground, screaming through the glass. 

While I’m still under the water. Drowning. 

Meaning inside your heart can’t be replaced by my own sincere. 

We can’t hold the time back. 

 Cause our reality can be the mean. 

Nan 28/02/2013