Heart, Hark!

Try a deep breath, but feel your lungs trapped in rigid metal casing

Eyes closed, you see small bleeding triangles and wretched images
Your mind conjures to make you as miserable as possible
You know that all suffering is relative but that doesn't stop the pathetic guilt

Uprooted soul
Fingers fatigue, tired of grasping for damned lost joy
What was it like when things felt real?
Is this just how it goes now?
Endless great grey?

Heart, Hark!

Slow down

Death called you up the other day
Long distance
Did he sound okay?
Yeah, mostly, but he had a cold
We shot the breeze for awhile, then he said he was coming to pick me up soon
I told him I changed the locks; we laughed



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Murphy
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