there is a hole in my heart that is narrow, though it is not big it is only shallow still it leaves my spirit hollow like the loss of a limb or death of a sparrow leaving me alone to wallow in my preposterous sorrow taken to tears i will shed until tomorrow.....
vaguely i recall, a sorry encounter loving an angel a rogue in disguise little mistakes to carelessly caution the heart that sells emotions by auction how am i able to stand this? he has no compunction
the same mistakes i keep on repeating promise my heart that it would stop beating but never it could though seriously wasting we have no control of all our excesses
in reckless precision i root my position in lying ambition the fire of ignition burned my back for courage i lack to vehemently deny this false recognition
what causes me to act like keyholes in doorlocks? always the passive answer to a resistance? can i not shine on my own accord? must i dream of luxuries i can not afford?
i see myself standing on my head discarding the robes like snakes in the shed lying in my bed and lying to myself i am boring a hollow but shallow hole in my heart