When this is over

When this is over
tell me to breathe
things are out of order
my heart
the pumping machine
bare without armor

this is over
my eyes are open
The picture is traveling straight through me
and the memory
of everlasting joy
this is a scar of my former love

I can burn it all away
without any hesitation
I withhold the power
the key to the universe
I chose not to kill you
forever the wise one
Because you are already dead
on the inside
that's what matters