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Description
Terrible pressure residing beneath a chestplate
Cracked and splintered in verbal assault.
Faint murmers of arythmia
In a heart thats bled out everything in shards.
What can be done when diced wrists boil over?
Burning droplets of acidic pain trickle
Down a warped canvas, reddened cheek
In dismay and relief
Apalled in yearning for the illusion
Of a gilded flower, found synthetic
Fabricated to likeness by skilled ubiquitous hands.
Shallow epidermal graft over pin puncture
Bound by stitches that cannot hold to torrential rain.

Bleeding out in appeasements
A broken little girl tugging, nagging a sleeve
For aknowledgement from the heels she chased
The face she hunts in the recesses of her mind
(hiding in recessions she can't comprehend)
The mouth that once whispered a soft soliloque
Lashing three monosyllabic words that spoke of every star
(for she saw so many in the night sky)
Shadowed by vacant apathetic eyes
In a growing plague of festering unfamiliarity
Bled to death, murderer sees no lethal consequence
Complacency, the killer.
"Is that what you want?"
"It is."

Description
Terrible pressure residing beneath a chestplate
Cracked and splintered in verbal assault.
Faint murmers of arythmia
In a heart thats bled out everything in shards.
What can be done when diced wrists boil over?
Burning droplets of acidic pain trickle
Down a warped canvas, reddened cheek
In dismay and relief
Apalled in yearning for the illusion
Of a gilded flower, found synthetic
Fabricated to likeness by skilled ubiquitous hands.
Shallow epidermal graft over pin puncture
Bound by stitches that cannot hold to torrential rain.

Bleeding out in appeasements
A broken little girl tugging, nagging a sleeve
For aknowledgement from the heels she chased
The face she hunts in the recesses of her mind
(hiding in recessions she can't comprehend)
The mouth that once whispered a soft soliloque
Lashing three monosyllabic words that spoke of every star
(for she saw so many in the night sky)
Shadowed by vacant apathetic eyes
In a growing plague of festering unfamiliarity
Bled to death, murderer sees no lethal consequence
Complacency, the killer.
"Is that what you want?"
"It is."