Legs turn to jelly, shall I go on?
Heart beats thump like a demons tail,
Smashing against the inner wall of my chest,
Frantically he hurls himself in body slams,
Against the cavities of my lungs,
Claiming each gasp of air as his own,
His flaming breaths like an inferno,
Causing life to boil from my skin,
Clouding my vision with hot salty vapours,
My mind now a swirling vortex of doubt,
Caught in the current of my raging beasts turmoil,
His powerful roar echoing through each heart beat,
Yet from within my minds eye I see it,
As clear as a thought in the blackness of the abyss,
The crest of the hill... So I pedal on...
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