…it was like a bullet from behind,
something dark, something coming through me,
so fast, just like an arrow and the last thing
you ever want is for it to get to you.
I don’t know what it is, but it grabs ahold,
it takes your will to live.
everything that made you, you is gone.
you don’t want to talk, you don’t want to move.
you’re a shell. it spreads all over your body,
and your body dies right out from under you,
and the next thing you know, you’re just a pile of ash!
(c) “the pulse”