The burning in my stomach never stops
It’s a constant reminder of all the things that are eating me away.
Organ by organ, the parasites invade me
Until I’m in shambles.
Shriveled up, locked inside a deathly cocoon
The outside, a mask of who I used to be...
But Im not that person anymore.
The façade who plays along, the voice that sang those songs.
I am not the dew in your mornings
Or the tug that pulls the strings of your heart.
I am new and distorted
A crime of the century
A tell tale broken heart
Trapped in the confines of this car crash symphony.
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