a typical day - racing on...

this world oh so cold ...
i need to feel you on my skin..
this world oh so dark..
take my hand and guide me to heaven ....
lungs burning ...
need air ...
breathing down each others' necks
..
you , me , the whole world ....
racing on wards
....
fire freezes, cold as the flames of ice
like tantacles ....
gnawings is way towards us...

parry...
stab...
slash...

backed up against the wall
retreating...

help us would you not?

anxious waiting...
just as my scatterred thoughts...
who'll be there ?