My heart has boiled
in acid made from the
saliva of romance.

Crying tears of dioxide
that spreads corrosion
to my lungs.

(Lub, Dub. Love, Done)

And I continue to crack
my scales into the concrete,

Astonished by the misery
of my voice that plays a
broken violin.

Squeaking and shrieking
with every word that spews
through the navel of my
teeth.

Words dressed in hand-me-down
attire.

Suited for the weather,

but only to return to the
death of mankind.

(The loss of hope)

-CMCrain



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