I’d rip my heart out and pour it into a glass jar if I thought you’d see it clearer. Better for you to see it and conceive it, than to believe me never. Follow this clever thought process, if not, I’ll spoon feed it to you so its easier for you to digest. I confess, I created this existence. A world of desolate plateaus and lost souls, who sold their warmth to live in the cold. It grows old knowing this story will never get told. So, I’ll hook you up to an IV of pure emotion; so when I cry, you cry and together, that’s called devotion. A whole new love potion to set this world in motion, stirring up a commotion they’ve never seen before.
But
Until then
I lore the weak and the wounded to accompany me in this lurid sea of what has become of me. Left for ruin and despondency. Dependency.
I
I digress
I take a deep breath
Fill my chest.
Feel my heart
Feel the blood swim within to keep me bound when I feel apart.
Its hard,
But somehow,
I’ll manage this worthless savage to be more blithesome and ecstatic.
And hope
And imagine
Dream, next time this wont happen.
