• his pulse quickens
    you then hear it...
    the gruesome song that a bone saw sings
    gnawing at your chest
    the blood splatter details anguish
    and sorrow....
    for there is nothing in his veins...
    but dust and tar
    he wants the bringer of pain gone...
    his heart....
    tearing the envenomed, decaying fragment from his chest
    his pupils dilate
    time slows to halftime
    he is free
    unequivocally free
    this is the breakdown of his life