I feel like a slave to this lonely beat
The one I keep playing, a tune on repeat...
    Killed me with a fantasy
That clearly wouldn't ever be...
    And so, today we ended up 
Splitting the rainbow in half...
    When I had no tears left to cry
My particles disappeared into the air...
    The cover looked appealing
Albeit the spine slightly cracked...
    I really am so sorry
How perfect it would be...
    (I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...
    If I remembered the way it sounded…
The drum of your heartbeat against your chest...
    Where are you now, my little one,
And are you resting comfortably...
    I put myself in a little box
one that shuts...
    Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...
    Occasionally,
I take a different route...