Absolution

A fast heartbeat.

An exhilarating thrill.

Brisk paces to safety.

Constantly lunging into absolution.

Quickened breathing.

Obscene with drawls.

You try to escape into a panoramic hiding spot.

With no positive feedback.
Raging up inside.
You graciously take a number and sit.
You so willingly wait.
A incredulously loud scream.
Terror is at hand.
Brings your mind into full dementia.
A glorified heartbreak to help.
You identify such tricks.
Is co existion here?
Milliseconds before impact.
Your,

Just
Alone
In
The
End
.