The Glow pt. 2

I took my shirt off in the yard.
No-one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden.
Now it's not and my shirt's back on,
I forgot my songs,
The glow is gone,
My gliding body stopped.

I could not get through September without a battle.
I face death, I went in with my arms swinging;
But I heard my own breath,
And had to face that i'm still living.
I'm still flesh,
I hold onto awful feelings.
I'm not dead,
There's no end,

My face is red.
My blood flows harshly,
My heart beats loudly,
My chest still draws breath...
I hold it, I'm buoyant.
There's no end.