Reactive

A summer night, my vision spins

Down the floor, gray and sad

I woke up from a chair, the tale begins

Fans are noisy and the air is thin.

“Rush, rush, rush”, that’s what I hear

The cold breezy wind touches my skin

I feel nothing, I’m scared oh dear

Lights are beautiful in dim, even the sound of gear.

 

Lights above, all are white

Wheels are shaking, my body is numb

Needles are everywhere, but I’m alright

My blood is high in a lonely night.

 

I’m shaking, feeling the heat but it’s cold

I slept and wake up on every minute of the hour

I’m traveling to another place, wait, behold

Don’t die from the pressure is what I’ve told.

 

Tears, I feel it yes, it’s real

No one was there but death might be

Lots of things are going inside my body

No, I won’t die tonight because my blood is not the enemy.