I can’t live.
I can’t think.
The heat, normally fine,
suffocates me.

Music is my salvation.
I can escape
to another world.
Where I make the rules.

An unattainable feat.
Like holding back tears
from the rims of your eyes.
Like holding your breath
until slowly you die.
Like looking above
to find the end of the sky.

The heat subsides
to leave me drenched in sweat.
Sweat, with no intention
of drying.
Sweat, soon mixed with
my crying.
Sweat that’ll leave residue.
A sign.
Hold on.
Back up.
Get outta this place.
Hold up.
Back out.
An’ try to save face.

You must not again walk
this line.