It
This    
      Body
Bound        
          In flesh
Haunted tomb                  
                       From which we
Are born            
               Into which
We must            
    Die

We are all afflicted
In one way or another
A slice of anxiety
With depression sprinkled in

Why could I not be diseased
With a severe case of good sleep
Or come down with the "smiles"
Only to become terminal
With stage four happiness

Glorious sun
Is cut in twain
By distant jagged horizon
Bleeding pink and ochre
Crimson and orange
From its nightly wound

Crickets chirping
In anticipation
For heavy shroud
Of coolest darkness

They called her heartbreaker
In hushed tones
As she walked around town

They called her heartbreaker
Not knowing
She was broken-hearted
Sweet image hiding
A boiling ocean
Of breaking waves

They called her heartbreaker
But she only swung the hammer
Trying to shape
Her own foundation
In a way that pleased her
Not you

They called her heartbreaker
But no one ever
Bore their own blame
Surely, she swung a hammer
But each of them in turn
Chose to put their heart
In the way

They called her heartbreaker
And as sure
As any slur
It was spit with force
Around the town
And she smiled
A little smile
Cause she had built a mansion
For her heart on the inside
And she wore the title
Like a gilded badge of pride

A broken heart
Needs more
Than clever stitches

You can't simply
Turn love on
By flipping some switches

No bandage
Can cover
A throbbing deep sorrow

No candlelight vigil
Can be bright
As the sunrise tomorrow