Penitence

Standing in front of the mirror counting the annual shoot time trickles in reverse two hollows staring back. A lightning stroke could have saved me but no pity it has with me life stripped me of its assets for no longer I'll dare to live. My whole body's craving to release me from this pain to heavy is my burden I still take with me. My quenchless conscience's lurking behind the creaky door my inner shark is lashing me oh what have I become? Two inauspicious voices are nested inside my head the one is screaming „Run!“ the other one „Burn in hell!“ Before the inclement demons are disturbing your insomnia answer yourself one question: Can I survive the tiger ride?