I wear it on my sleeve
Blacked out
Cracked out
****** ******* mess

I reach out for help
but I miss my mark
and stab a hole in your chest
Grabbing
Ripping
Tearing through the sack

I've got a knack
for crushing chest wounds
I walk worlds withering with decay
Writhing with dismay
Manic with panic and scandal
and death's grip like a handle
Love's laborious little vandal

Your heart isn't on your sleeve
You're a liar and a fake
A dandelion in a garden full of dying flowers
in desperate need of a hard rake