Faces glowing
Fingers searching
These blood vessels want a new donor
They are tired of this same management
Pumping, pumping, pumping
My skin is no longer taut
All you've ever known is a sham
Pretenders, fakes, imposters
Impose on me your ideas
Until my body is too full
Until I have no more strength
Arms stretched
Heart crashed
These blood vessels stopped looking
They are content, okay, just okay
Expanding, expanding, expanding
1 comment:
okay. you've got to tell me what this one's about
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