my slipshod heart
creaks along
i was taught
to make
the best of things
but waiting for
some one to die
is no song
my myocardium
is imperfecta,
apparently...
won't last too long
used to be,
not a problem.
but now age
is catching up
with me.
sad thing is
i am only twenty four
hard thing is want to live more
so like a ghoul
i wait for someone....
hopefully not a mate
to make some sort of
fatal mistake....
cannot lie...sometimes
would be easier
to just lay down and die...
but it is my life's
designate
to sit on this
sad razors edge
and wait
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
my slipshod heart
creaks along
i was taught
to make
the best of things
but waiting for
some one to die
is no song
my myocardium
is imperfecta,
apparently...
won't last too long
used to be,
not a problem.
but now age
is catching up
with me.
sad thing is
i am only twenty four
hard thing is want to live more
so like a ghoul
i wait for someone....
hopefully not a mate
to make some sort of
fatal mistake....
cannot lie...sometimes
would be easier
to just lay down and die...
but it is my life's
designate
to sit on this
sad razors edge
and wait
for and about josh
(a briiliant young artist)...
written in mostly his words as he waits for a heart transplant..... and all that brings
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