When life becomes a dizzying swirl, what else can you do but resist the urge to puke? 

When your heart can ache no more, what else can you do but wrench it, and watch the red pulp cascade

Just like how tears glided smoothly down such familier cheekbones. 

When you feel like enough is enough, what else can you do but hope for the end which will never come 

Unless you look at the world in black and white again? 

Againagainagain. A gain. Once is just too much. And twice is just suicidal. But thrice?