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.