Thrust into scorching abyss
blind ambition burdens my back.
My brain grinds against the broken glass.
Pixelated horror dreams
pour through the screen
and my bloodshot eyes strain open.
Still wide open.
But just as the flames lick my skin and burn it,
as the edges of my vision begin to fade and I no longer recognise my own reflection,
a familiar melody hums over the screeching cacophony.
Gentle solace pours over my head and washes over my feet.
I could not sleep with cold feet before.
A tender sight for my weary eyes,
an oasis among the desolation
vibrancy in the midst of my demise.
That’s how I know,
why I smile so boldly as I drift off
even when my senses are lost
even when I have sold my everything.
When I am dangerously ablaze in ghostly inferno
Or freezing neck deep at the ocean’s edge.
My hands stay warm for only you my friend.