I can see where this is going. I feel nothingness where love once was flowing. Thinking it would last was a mistake. Sometimes hearts break.
What's deep inside is what's not to feel. Feeling leads to something real. Real is just humans appeal. Only death can seal the deal.
What is it that you want from me? Is my broken heart your victory? I'm surrounded here by misery. Rewriting my obituary.
What's fixed can always be rebroken. I'm hanging on to my last token. A thread of sense above the kill. May my death lay apon you still.
-by Kay Rose
