worried and wondering

and the only time i can cooperate

the only time i will give it up is if you hurt me. torture me. put nails through my spine.

watch the blood leave nothing but words behind.


silent keeper of the quiet riot.

you believe in your moment.


and the only time i give up is yours.

the lonely lifestyle of you and me. beat to the core. so what’s left behind?




but a fragment of heart beats.. that don’t speak.


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