Eight
I’m floating under without a knife
With only 8 seconds left in my life
I think of the girls I never kissed
I think of the people I never missed
The sun is dim, the water burns my eyes
I forget all my truths and all my lies
The view was faithful of my empty pledge
My eyes set strong, I step beyond the ledge
With bridges burning and my broken ties
The world in chaos, the butterfly dies.
My cards of life with my 8 of spades
My pillow floats and this world, it fades
Rest, silence, stillness, sinking, bubbles,
breath, face, dim, pleasure, rose, silence