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This is where part of my heart can be found. |
Surging deep inside my shell The stone door you opened Slammed shut The compassion I breed Passed before its vocal cords formed Feeling your grip pull At the hole in my chest Your white knuckles Pressing into its walls Would rather feel the void Than your promising lies Extracting what never existed Hurts so much more Knowing what separates us Knowing what I will never have Not knowing what I should feel I will rip at my adams apple Choking up blood at the gargle of your name Suffocating before you have a chance To manifest beneath my ribs Closing on your hand Before you can close it into a fist And all the creases turn white Building the idea that matter materialized In the cavity of my chest Strangling on the stale air Aborting your soothing breeze inside me Felt a pin needle for you Enough to know what I'm missing To have you Extracting your compassionate graze To remain ignorantly empty A barren waist land filled with sand Your hand forcing the grains into the walls Grinding the tissue down millimeter by millimeter Widening the chest cavity To contain more moldy air From the rotten lump of flesh Below the dry sand Buried from me for as long as I breath |