eight minutes. /m/

I hurt eight minutes of my life

better die with good memories
than perfect dreams

eight scars
I must heal now with bandage of eternity

living body

its sudden confession
that has attached my face to every pain

under this Sun

made veins
vomit patient blood and provoked

all liers of skies into

purple darkness above

I surrendered

more than I ever had on any Earth
given or taken

Waited
for a taste of air in my mouth