Friday, September 5, 2014

Near the End

With the exponential rise of pressure that kills,
the heart bleeds with yearnings not just one can feel. 
But as the eyes open slowly to see light,
Pressure turns to pleasure, pushing me to fight. 

Every second matters when you're listening to time,
Every hour's essential when you aim to be fine. 
So guided by this pressure and pleasure I found...
Wait for me there. I'm definitely end-bound.