Pulled

 
 
 
  like a prolonged heart and mind surgery; desensitized to urgency; sudden death in the balance; questioning what's and what not meant to be....  
 
 
  hooked up to "machines" to breathe the very thing that's killing you/me; I believe that "love" at full compacity indeed's a rarity;  
 
 
 sitting on the ledge, holding one's head.... contemplating on "falling asleep"....in these "streets".... overkill....no boundaries....
 
 
 what is one holding on to/for? forever pulled in different directions....