When a big heart just doesn't feel shit... N there's no plug to fit... Nor a patch to fix the dripping of its contents... Filling it isn't a option for ores been punctured by the ribs... Bottom torn from emotional grips... Sending shutters that crawl upon the lips... As sound changes with wits... As the mind forgets how to live... There's no seam that'll hold what's being missed... N a patch job isn't noting but a twist... A quick second to gain a tick before falling with the drain of drips... Slipping further into skipping over luv's bliss... When passion fades from a wish list... N desires dismiss the feel of just slithe another power trip... Caring is like slitting wrists... Deteriorating from the inside out as if hope is too be fished... When stitches can't help the capacities limits... Risks are feared with nothing left to give... The pump takes one too many hits... Making memories crisp... With nothing deep enough worth the dig... In the endless pit where the fall descends into images n short lived clips... Whispering a fuck damn n followed by a shit... Daily shifts recalculate reasons to remain hesitant...
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