The Tunnel

What was felt. What was seen. What was experienced.

Moving, racing, scarring through the air like a whip to a back. . .

I position myself, awaiting defeat,  floating over their tracks. . .

The end is coming near - a dark entrance awaiting. . .

Faster and faster it draws near, I can't stop this prow!?

To late to look back, a forward motion is all there is now!

Veins burst open - eyes blink to my love that fades. . .

Here it comes! The ending to my beginning!? I try calling out to Brandon!?

Zooming! Blasting! Exploding outward like the ammo in a cannon. . .

Color fills the room - my mind covered in paint. . .

Talking isn't possible and moving isn't the same. 

Is this the love that I need to blame . . . ?

Concentrate to breath - How do I look?

My reflection is now in someone else's hands. 

Its smooth surface will never be forgotten, its edges have stained my sands. 

You are on another level - beauty becoming overbearing. . .

Stick with it, looking back isn't an option. 

Your melody replays in my head creating toxin.

Eyes like diamond with the touch of a demon. . .

Now here is a question for you, are you ready to break the seal? 

Cause there might not have ever been tracks, just that of a enigmatic keel.