When Pain is Unmanaged

When everything take a leap in the dark

A shining object filled my eyes. 

My flesh throbbed and blood rushed to my hands. 

It's tingling that it almost felt like I'm shivering. 

The gust of wind were rough that it hurts when it reach the skin of mine. 

Visible marks in every branches and trunk of the tree. 

The orbs glimmers with pain, exhaustion, and sorrow. 

Shivering spine caused by the cold, shiny, and barbed piece in front. 

Shaky and sweaty, cold and trembling.

Target is locked, as soft as sponge.

The three line are seducing the every inch of atoms made out of me.

Making me want to cut the in between.

Holding the dear life of a shining fly,

to sow the seeds in the garden of elysium, I wanna try. 

Closed doors are now locked. 

It's now the time to push up daisies in the paradise made only for us.