Heartbeats are pounding The fingertips are tingling Needles within the chest knits on a skin that’s aching Breathing But the air around is empty puddles, they are turning Grey and bluish Like the bruises On a pair of knuckles Can’t slow down Bloods pouring Filling The holes inside With overflowing chilies No it doesn’t burn It heals me Staring From Seven feet underneath a dusky ceiling Shaking Like a drug addict in rehab Pull the pieces together Dress up for the next chapter Cover the stitches With powder Moaning all nights Soaked pillow cases Alongside bruised knuckles