The last hit to my heart left me dark.

Cold.

The echoes of the heart I lost chased it’s tail while the water dripped it’s melody to the crowds of delusion.

Once again I said

I’ve cracked my chest for you and it’s only because I didn’t realize you were holding an axe

I mistook it for a bouquet of roses ,

and now I scream and scream again from deep dark down..

That safe place to land was quick sand

Above, there’s a cascading waterfall

Washing and wetting

Drowning out the sounds

Of a switch up.

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