Tie me up and poke some holes,
in my heart and in my soul.
Watch me drain, I feel cold,
I'll deflate and you'll move on.

Simple things fall through the cracks,
she loves his love and all it lacks.
Inside the collapsed heart, I lay,
drowning in the blood that remains.

I won't move, no I won't fight,
I'll wander on into the night.
Because every single word I say,
floats into irrelevance anyway.

Skin and bones,
She'd break with stones.

Starving for perfection,
Dreading her rejection.

Paper thin,
Brittle winter sins.

Little whispers
reverberate like thunder
leaving devastation
in their wake