Eden

I can hear it beating harder
harder than by the inflicting pain
the blood flowing across the veins
not pure, but polluted
my senses all elated
a trade-off i have to pay
coz now i can think more
and i can c what i think
cant help my rebellious brain
even it is not with me
like rats they have left me
i must be about to sink
but i dont want to drown
not that i dont want to die
but with a sole reason to preserve..
..to preserve the burning grass