My mouth has shifted into glue,
& my rotted fingers have adapted a promising blue.
Nows the time
To begin the process of picking apart..
The destination;
My beating heart.

Sifting through those memories that drone,
I've come to throw out all the ruined & cracked bones.
No need to patch the growing crack,
I simply will rip out my worst, rip out the black,
& cast it up with an excuses from my past.

Deep down I discovered this;
Blue blood can never fill a bottomless abyss.
Deep down I recovered this;
There is still treasure your bullets (barely) missed.

Past my skin
& fitting for a fist,
Four fingers
Destroy the sickening 'first kiss'.
Tearing out the haunted
& decapitating the taste that lingers..

Now as i lay turned inside out,
Still seeping & with no room to pout--
Panic sets in as morning stars blink out.

I have peeled away a fragile shell,
I have torn off creaking limbs.
My brain is stuck between the barrels that fell,
& with no sight left, i decided on a shifting whim.

How to sew back this morning glitch?
I can barely lift a finger,
Let alone a needle
& begin to stitch!

Welcome back early dew..
So many hours & ticks since i have last seen you.
Bad morning sun..
Here you find a broken body,
One that can no longer run.
Foolish, I thought I'd have more time with night,
But hours flew, & darkness quickly took flight.
You find joy in beaming so harshly as you
Cast your annoying light (Don't you?)..
Yet we both know the only advantage you have on me
Is your height (Right?).

I am crumpled on this cold, hard, ground..
The only place you refuse your heat to let drown.
I will not give up,
I just wont allow..
& once your paler brother comes back around,
I will put me back together,
Humming along with the crickets sound.