The Glow pt. 2

I took my shirt off in the yard.

No-one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden.

Now it's not and my shirt's back on,

I forgot my songs,

The glow is gone,

My gliding body stopped.

I could not get through September without a battle.

I face death, I went in with my arms swinging;

But I heard my own breath,

And had to face that i'm still living.

I'm still flesh,

I hold onto awful feelings.

I'm not dead,

There's no end,

My face is red.

My blood flows harshly,

My heart beats loudly,

My chest still draws breath...

I hold it, I'm buoyant.

There's no end.