scars on your heart
numb from thetoes up
finding the right word to start
trying to drink from a broken cup
empty pages of my life
wasted tears stain my eyes
choices made on the blade of a knife
fiction made real as your goodbyes
darken the window of my soul
open wounds infection set in
amputated heart left only a hole
walking deadman with a fool's grin
accept my hand in friendship
no closer tie yet to bind
buried alive in this grave of sh*t
to recieve this pain i do not mind
