a chest that's empty
yet filled with lead
a mind torn so clearly
between the living and dead
the hair on my arms
standing straight in defense
of the words i was not able
to protect against
i spent years pretending
to feel nothing at all
until your eyes met mine
and i began to fall
but here i am pretending
to feel nothing at all
as once again i am reminded
that what comes must also go
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
a chest that's empty
yet filled with lead
a mind torn so clearly
between the living and dead
the hair on my arms
standing straight in defense
of the words i was not able
to protect against
i spent years pretending
to feel nothing at all
until your eyes met mine
and i began to fall
but here i am pretending
to feel nothing at all
as once again i am reminded
that what comes must also go
