When I wake up,
my mind tries to **** my body
And plays delusions like a cruel hobby.
My mind gave up long ago,
so my heart doesn't receive the message
instructing it to beat or feel the wreckage.
My blood now sits stagnant
in my chilled arteries and veins
saving the life left bound in heartbroken chains.
By Kyra L. Jones
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
When I wake up,
my mind tries to **** my body
And plays delusions like a cruel hobby.
My mind gave up long ago,
so my heart doesn't receive the message
instructing it to beat or feel the wreckage.
My blood now sits stagnant
in my chilled arteries and veins
saving the life left bound in heartbroken chains.
By Kyra L. Jones
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