If I had to choose,
I would rather pour acid on my chest,
let it burn through the skin that you once caressed,
slip between the bones,
into my beating heart,
burn away the skips your eyes played a part,
Why my chest?,
it's easy to see,
you once caressed my heart,
but my mind was always free.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
If I had to choose,
I would rather pour acid on my chest,
let it burn through the skin that you once caressed,
slip between the bones,
into my beating heart,
burn away the skips your eyes played a part,
Why my chest?,
it's easy to see,
you once caressed my heart,
but my mind was always free.
Free mind. I will always have my own conscious.
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