Red, salty metallic taste
Warms my mouth,
Dread, unhealthy mental haste
Makes my head pound.

Loath leeks slowly from my soul
As I run,
Aimlessly avoiding Time’s goal,
To take his crown.

Life slips right outside his lips
I stand there
Catching climax with clenched fists
And drink his breath.

Now everything is nothing,
What was is.
Now nothing is everything
No longer his.