For set is the pain
heart's gain
Sustained! Your a mess
I'm impressed
       unless, you pulled the 'Grand'
heart in my hand
solid as sand, brain in my chest
Walking's what my hands do best
Twisted, and no less
Fore and for
                     the four, the floor
You slammed the door, such shame
You're not to blame
It's the fairest name says the Mirror's face
       Touching my eyes in disgrace
sub-scarred face, internal fingers
elbows that linger
knees of a choir singer,
I don't trust my thinking heart
and the tongue smells ****
         Beating brain's the start of the contusion
                             I reject your insulate solution
            Pardon the confusion