Pages of a burnt diary 2

Needed a guitar, beer and something more
Fire was blazing through my pulses 
As I calmly laid ricocheting to and fro
on an age old arm chair of my daddy's days
I found myself gasping for more.

Few words were scribbled on my chest
some remained to be inscribed
Those stares still burned me
Somehow, somewhere, sometimes.
A word was never told, a phrase left midway
Intensity of my breathes was subtle
as was my etching heartbeats.

Drowning the smoke into the diaphragm's cage
I gazed upon the sea of blood flowing next to me
Was I living in virtual reality or the other way round
I might never know, but life was still pumping
Sloppily, Squeamishly in its own tread of fate
End was near, so was hope for a fresh initiation.
Near, yet so far, That's all I had to say
Thats all J had to say...