Running: through a blur of motion

Out of context; I've lost my ground

Only destruction in my mind

Obeying another sensless command



My senses: divided

Providing no useful information

Waiting for my death

With indifferent anticipation



I'm the calm in the heart of the storm

The steady axis in this dance of death

I'm the calm in the heart of the storm

My existence; re-created breath by breath



Chaos all around

Human limbs rearranged

A collage made out of living flesh

Perception of reality now estranged



Sudden motions in my periphery

I turn around too late

It's time to shake the hand of fate

On my tongue the taste of death