Sinking Heart Perversion

Sometimes all that we need to be able to continue alone are the dead, rattling the walls that close us in. "Sick" would be a good excuse. Everything has been striking like a chord. Repeated, like lectures retold.

The way I take everyone in has my body feeling like an orphanage. My hopes will never fly if you keep holding them down and just know that this isn't the way the world is supposed to be. Where did all the color go? They drained it from my skin to fuel their dreams.

Take this from the top. Crashing trains make the best sound ever. My deepest apologies... my mind is empty or maybe it's just over crowded... either way, you're on it all of the time. I watch you like you are my own.

MotiveAteMe