weak-acid

it resonates off my heart like
a
highschool funeral.

you'll miss me the most on those days
those 4pm phone calls to re-assure yourself
yeah, you'll miss me the most on those days
where the only constant is rain and heartache
yeah, you'll miss me the most
while you write on your
windowpanes
yeah, you'll miss me the most on those days
of this im certain
I grasp this thought and pray
my heart isn't full of lies.

It's Typical Nolan Ryan

I'm somewhere far from
home
in a field full of the dead
and the wrathful sun above
is bleaching everything with it's toxic white glare
including and not limited to
the gaping hole in my
chest,
where it seems all my honor and
decency had slowly seeped out
a mortal wound
for a mere mortal,
losing precious seconds
dead,
in a field northwest of my home.

Shed Your Failing Heart

Im an Olympic caliber scam artist
with a penchant for choking too
i can lie my way out of anything including your
love
promise this
promise when i scream
that youll fill the night sky with the blood from my heart
you'll prove that it existed
you'll prove that