hollowed heartaches. and we're ripped.
jagged edges- cloth catacombs and a broke fingernail.
left tossing and tumbling under the bedsheets
when life lost it's meaning.

apathy is my only weapon
waging war on these tears running down my face.
such a pitiful. fucking disgrace.
and my hands are numb. I want to be broken
kiss innocence.
with words I can't speak with anything more
than a pen that's running dry.
clock the countdown to my personal deconstruction
stand back. please.

fuck an internal explosion.

I'll work words onto a page to reach indecision.
scream in black and white vocabulary. simply because
this is all the power I've ever had.

and it hurts far too much.
to fall from the top. sitting on a throne
that's being cast into a furnace. so long king of hearts.
crucified on a condescending pedistal
and I'm tossing torn pieces of my altered perception
into the sky.

[maybe I can make the stars as ugly as me]

burning bridges when I'm not raedy to jump.
and the river bed is running a little more dry this year.
we're all a little more lonely.
and the clouds can't seem to cry for me anymore.
these lies are killing me.

tragedy is the next stop. on this nowhere road
leading to a nowhere place.
and it never matters if I make it.

no.

the world won't stop turning when I die.
I'll just stop breathing.
because I stopped dreaming
long ago.

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