Your calloused heart.
Imposed on me.
A gift.
Of pain, and agony.
Everyone hurts you.
You attract the pain.
You welcome the dark.
Your mysterious game.
Isolated, from it all.
While I’m caught in your snare.
And you could care less.
As I struggle for air.
Another day.
Another wage.
Dealing with this.
It’s all the rage.
If you approach me.
You’ll see me cry.
But soon enough.
I’ll say… goodbye.
In a tapestry of ink, she finds her skin, A woman with tales woven within. Her body, adorned with symbols and art, But beneath the surface, her ego embarks. Each
Words ran out a long time ago Some will ask, “Where did they go?” Many will ponder but nobody knows My mind rode a box car to a distant land
Trying to weep, but the tears won’t come Life pressures building, wanna come undone I look for release in unique places Because I see the chagrin in familiar faces. I