Curl up as tight, it'll never rest,
Stop this heart beating right out of this lonely chest.
Heaving ribs, hold putrid air,
Tiny teardrops flood their way through sodden hair.
Washed up on the shores of this heart,
Are fragments of life blown apart,
Tiny tendrils wrap their claws around this mind,
Their touch once so soft, now so unkind.
Theres a shadow on this opposite face
A permanent resident in its well known place
Theres a sorrow splashing its way down this spine
A rusty star that used to shine.
I feel myself becoming this bed, growing into this wall
So low already I could not fall.
Theres something sticking through this brain
Once a healthy heart, pumps stabbing pain.
Id give it all to not have known,
To not have loved. To not have grown.
Baby hands wrap there way round wrinkles,
Tiny stars begin to twinkle.
