I have an old heart
sometimes bleeding...
Tarnished by the fall, a reckoning to all
The god stood tall, unleashing a great call...
The pain and greif
the horrible misery...
My Ancestors watch in shame
As I waste away...
(* i just really needed to write something if you...
can't breath...
This is not a poem.
this is not a song...
It's a funeral for the damned
screaming voices from the grave...
You thought running away would be best
But that would just increase your stress...
Treated wih unkindness.
Slowly falling into the Darkness...
I study the night
with all my attention...
Criss-crossed cuts,
All down my wrists...
I don't know how to tell you this,
I don't know what to say...