Oh dear sweet mortality
does my pain taste of honey when i
or is my suffering simply pleasing
Is it pleasurable that my life is
Struggling upon embers,

I’ve come undone
been rendered obsolete
sitting in my broken sanity
I try to pick up the pieces
I’ve come undone

So many people talk about broken h
the truth in my mind about pain I
like strands of copper, deposits o
buried deep within the earth, a fl
Many I have seen romanticizing th

Land of the free?
Ha! More like land of the dead!
Where the broken stand on two feet
and march to the rhythm of a sound
Instead of a heartbeat.

Terribly everything, and pleasantl
both fill my manic eyes
as I gaze into the never-ending de
the beautiful night skies
But lo! The sky, it falls!

I feel like I’m choking.
my life bound tight to the point o
trying to tune it, to make it soun
just making things worse
Attempting to rehearse my carefull

Patient is the broken heart,
like a snake underfoot.
It lurks in darkness, out of sight
waiting for a moment to strike.
Calm is the naïve mind,

Brilliantly luminescent she sits u
demanding in his splendor he rises
defiantly she clings to that last
where the birds don’t sing yet the
when the day breaks the ground sha