Shoreless

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Maybe only music could rescue me in this heart rate.
Maybe for me it is already too late .

This time has no intention to stop.
Maybe we ticktock like an old clock until we drop.

My eyes are dozy in the tune of death
but the song
stretches them to other shores of breath.

Now there is no redemption for me but in song.
Now that you killed me
I live in you.
In you now
which I only belong.

Like a scorpion that bites its mother to spring,
farewell to you,
to another version of me,
another clinging of my being
to
your
sting.