it’s my first time being 25
hugged by 24 people before me
together, being alive
celebrating without worry
parading a sick sense of humor
noted on bathrooms walls
seeing my reflection on a razor
my watery right eye, let it falls
eat your hearts out
time to write you in past tense
my antithesis, my anesthesia
number one euphoria
my painkiller; killing the pain
and i am the pain
i want all the gold, my thief
running on your footprints
cause i’m not coming after you
i’m coming afterlife
your shadow leads to a crescendo
leading the gallant one to disbelief