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Showers Of Glass

My discarded heart showers shards of broken glass beneath my chest
Every pulse pushes broken pieces east and west
Each vein carries pain on its train to the pain station
Every station repeats this rotation like a quotation
I am left scared by every hard shard to scratch the side
Splinters cold as winter cut me deep as they collide
Millions of malicious molecules multiply beneath my skin
It aches it burns it stings it hurts it wants me to give in
So I just might as I don’t have the might to fight now
I can’t eat or sleep so I must admit defeat right now
I tried to swim to win but sank to the bottom of the ocean
A discarded heart which showers glass is an unbeatable emotion
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