Make A U-Turn

Radio Waves. Puncturing my brain.

Emitting more pain than the hearts of the dying.

Pounding. Throbbing. Crack my skull.

Let my thoughts bleed on the floor.

Cardiac arrest. Explode from my chest.

A final goodbye to my metronome.

This throat to tear at, this throat to burn.

First the right. Then the left.

Last and final. Never again.

Seal it up, forever.