the real deal
the real mccoy
that one
the bee's knees
laughter mingles with broken notes
broken hearts wander
struggle to land
struggle for constancy
a steady voice
such sweet words
lifting up heart strings
higher, ever so much higher
silence, broken, peeling back the layers
there's a rat ta tat tat of pain
a broken drum, a gasping void
a nameless dark
a blank slate
an unnamed tomb.
a soul fattened by loneliness
stretches its worn stitches
pounding in head
pounding in chest
boom ba boom ba boom
beating beating beating
till ears ring
death for life
life for death
shallow. breathing?
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