609 – Bass
The bass
Keeps thumping
Between
My ears.
A beating heart,
Fueled
By bourbon
And sin.
The bass
Keeps ripping
Into
My skin.
A wildfire,
Burning
My doubts
And dreams.
The bass
Keeps clawing
Away
My tears.
Rebel eyes
Daring
To laugh
At fear.
I may not know
How I’m going to die.
But I’m fucking sure
How I want to live.
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