I CAN JUST BARELY HEAR MY HEART
Throw on an empty grin
With aluminum skin and a hollow chest
I need needles to move
I'd fight it but it hurts to make a fist
Plastic pills of poison
Are burning in my stomache like a city in flames
Aching like the sun
I swing a rusted axe with rigid movements
Feet worn and bleeding
On this endless road thats
Yellow and fragile
But I've got no place else to go
If fields of dreams could stop me...
I can just barely hear my heart... stop.
By: Flááh