Get used to getting hurt
It's life's greatest necessity
The only honest part of reality
Brisk- ever fleeting, this feeling never really leaves
A hole
Burrow, deeper and wider, rip out the organs
Make room for the marrow
Mechanical bones
I scream at the gears for no reason
Echoing clock towers
Turn it up
Let it bellow into the sky
Stress relief
Try not to connect words
Dots
Default a loan
A life
An end