One bubble bursts on the surfave
A heart beats last
Last and first, how different
Everything is apathetic

Raindrops clear and sharp
Composed of cold tears
Through the red beating
Ceases to exist with a slight turn of the clock

Time is a dagger
Resistance is futile
No one can save a jarred soul

Sometimes air is not enough to keep us alive
Blood may never be spilt
The ghosts have done enough harm
Memories might be the last droo
A stone shatters the glass

I can't help but feel I've just written my own death sentence
Forgive me, I can't breathe