Just give me one more broken heart
So that the numbness can start to spread
Throughout my nerves and in my veins
To forget any feelings, any pains
I'll have new senses and give them new names
Senses that wont make me feel deranged
My hands and heart will become my own
Tools for sinning and a beating stone
They'll forget they served anothers throne
They'll forget what it means to feel at home
My feet and eyes will be selfish for me
Carry us to places only I want to see
No longer shall they dance on flames
Or search for truths where none remain
My lips and tongue will still be kind
To each new friendly face I find
And lovers even more so
My liver and lungs will both be mine
For indulging pleasures smoke and wine
I'll give away my torso
My mind's not mine, It's never been
Its shown me things I've never seen
Makes me speak words I've never heard
Whether thoughts are who we are? The lines get blurred
As long as, like the rest of them, it keeps me from being hurt again
It's doing it right now..
While it was meant to be expressionism, I wrote this at a time when I suspected this was going to happen, it did happen. It's only fair to say it does not make one numb. Quite the contrary. So perhaps it's a wish, for how I wanted my emotions to handle another heartbreak, but it never does get easier.