

Still breathing.
Still here. Right now.
"Broken," someone said. But I'm breathing right here.
Something deeper. Cuts harder than truth.
Made it through. Or just ended here.
Now.
Right here. Behind the wreckage.
Of what I held.
Craving. Scraping.
Just say whatever. Laugh like it's all the same.
Inside the veins. Flow turns to chaos.
Grit. Scraped off. Noise.
Still holding.
This quiet end. I call it living.
Still hearing it.
Deep inside.
I'm still here. I didn't disappear.
Ache. Lost. Blind.
Misled by desire.
Once it comes true.
It's over.
Whose words were those.
Still breathing.
Still here.
I'm still here.
Misled by desire.
Now right here.
Again. Right here. Again.
Again.
Right here.
Turning grief.
Into something.
Noise all around.
Wanting more. Freedom.
Just a sound. Ringing.
Ringing. Ringing. Again. Accept it all.
Come back here.
Don't want to hear it.
But it's there. Inside the veins.
Flow turns to chaos.
Misled by desire.
Now right here.
Again.
Right here. Again.
Right here.
Still breathing.
Still taking air. Still hearing it.
Deep inside. Now. Right here.
Again. Right here.
Survival.
Or decay.
If I'm broken.
Leave it like that.
I'm still here. Not gone yet.
Breathe in fragments. Keep breathing.
Still standing.
Now. Right here. Again.
Right here. Misled by desire.
Still breathing. Still here.
The sound is deafening.
But I'm already gone.
Now right here. Again right here.
Destroy it all. Or let it fade.