What if why our hearts beat is because
it's our inner self pounding on the walls of thier cage

The
Rain
Drops
Off
Of
Me.
Down my blue fingertips.
Down my cheeks.
Down my ****** arms.
But
Why
Do
The ones
Running
Down
My
Cheeks
Taste
Like
Salt?

Use the red paint
That you made
By wrenching your heart
Till you were sure
It wasn't able to break
Use it to smear a smile
On your face  
Scream to the world
That you were triumphant
But the sky's too vast
The night's too black
The world doesn't listen
Because all time does is pass
So we silently scream
Scream
Scream

You sing me a song of your soul
I politely smile and nod
Like I took my headphones off