she counts the stars
above her head
they shine bright,
they gleam and they glow,
but her future grows dim.
the tunnel closes day by day
her skin turns dark
her lips turn pale
she thinks on dreams and empty promises
and sweet nothings.
but somehow, she lives.
her heart beats, second by second
a hot, molten heart
It stretches her skin
pounds further and further out of her chest.
What would you do with a molten heart?
Her heart grew too hot for her body to bear
It burned her hands and feet and face, so
it turned cold. she turned cold.
it chilled her. It chilled her veins and
her bones and
her mind, and it set her free.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
she counts the stars
above her head
they shine bright,
they gleam and they glow,
but her future grows dim.
the tunnel closes day by day
her skin turns dark
her lips turn pale
she thinks on dreams and empty promises
and sweet nothings.
but somehow, she lives.
her heart beats, second by second
a hot, molten heart
It stretches her skin
pounds further and further out of her chest.
What would you do with a molten heart?
Her heart grew too hot for her body to bear
It burned her hands and feet and face, so
it turned cold. she turned cold.
it chilled her. It chilled her veins and
her bones and
her mind, and it set her free.
