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FRACTURE
The heart beats
its hiding place away.
Soften its cage with a fracture.
Ready your cutting tools
and bone crackers.
Smile while you bathe inside
the mess you make.
There's got to be a mess to make
upon removal
of my whole anatomy...
And now my skull is filled with insects.
Now my lungs are filled with profanity.
That same heart misused
now scar tissue
and the rest of me is numb...
Because what's left of me is
gone.
its hiding place away.
Soften its cage with a fracture.
Ready your cutting tools
and bone crackers.
Smile while you bathe inside
the mess you make.
There's got to be a mess to make
upon removal
of my whole anatomy...
And now my skull is filled with insects.
Now my lungs are filled with profanity.
That same heart misused
now scar tissue
and the rest of me is numb...
Because what's left of me is
gone.
Published 12th Dec 2014
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12th Dec 2014 6:59pm
thats not true nothing is realy gone just missplaced .
this is a realy sad poem but hold your head high i know that is hard to do but everything will be alright in the end trust me :)
this is a realy sad poem but hold your head high i know that is hard to do but everything will be alright in the end trust me :)
12th Dec 2014 9:56pm
I don't know about that my friend...Because this pretty much is the end:/Thank you much though
17th Dec 2014 9:38pm
This is so sad and traumatic. When the heart's a mess, nothing's left to mend. Yes, that'd be the end ...
