No bandage could cover the wounds.
No love could cure this heart.
The world has not technically stopped.
But it has, down deep, inside of me.
A flame has been extinguished,
My voice, left incapable.
Each muscle, each breathe.
Lapsed into a numbness so ******
My heart beats, against the walls encasing it.
Holding it there, steadily,
in case it tries to break free.
Like the caged animal it is.
The throbbing in my veins.
The pounding beats of my heart.
So powerful they invade my thoughts.
Hijacking the only thing I have control over.
The only thing I have left.
But they're unceremonious murderers,
Entrapped, could defeat.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
No bandage could cover the wounds.
No love could cure this heart.
The world has not technically stopped.
But it has, down deep, inside of me.
A flame has been extinguished,
My voice, left incapable.
Each muscle, each breathe.
Lapsed into a numbness so ******
My heart beats, against the walls encasing it.
Holding it there, steadily,
in case it tries to break free.
Like the caged animal it is.
The throbbing in my veins.
The pounding beats of my heart.
So powerful they invade my thoughts.
Hijacking the only thing I have control over.
The only thing I have left.
But they're unceremonious murderers,
Entrapped, could defeat.
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