Wrapped in a flesh of something that I never wanted to be,
An ugly soul devours mine as insults soar through the classroom just like
Bullets and paper-airplanes.
Sometimes I want to fall into a comatose place but that's okay as long as you
Have your games.
I drown myself in alt-rock music, stab myself with the flaws of every
Sketch, charcoal, now I'm drawing with shadows, the fire's died out.
Hearts can't break, the muscle and tissue pulses on 'til death but I've
Become still and dead within, the freedom of spirit choked on tears, blue eyes
Flood red as blood,
An eternal pulse of poisoned emotions.