Exist

I turn the page,
Inside my head.
I shut my eyes,
And all is dead.

Tornados whirling,
In my chest.
I shut my eyes,
And heartbeats rest.

Dancers crawling,
Through my veins.
I shut my eyes,
And all is sane.

You softly touch,
My lips so red.
I shut my eyes,
And all is dead.

By Alyssa Russell