Lungs crying
For a breath
Heart fighting
To keep beating
Blood slowly stops circulating
Body continues to try to move
Eyes turning to glass
Heart turning to stone
Lungs stop breathing
Heart stops beating
People pass by this mess
This wreck
This insanity
When in reality,
This is us
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
