Back and forth
Swings the razor’s edge
Cutting every second
In perpetual rhythm.
Sleeping in distress,
No syllable expressed
Of the grinding apparatus
Against our bosom.
Frivolous in deeds,
Expedient in needs,
As the pendulum swings
Deeper through the chest.
Insouciant appearing,
Lacerations searing,
Tickling tender nerves
And numbing all the rest.
Revelry in laughter
Midst superficial chatter,
Ticking ever onward
And bleeding fibers pale.
Gaiety and madness
In masochistic gladness,
Sinking through the heart,
Defiant shallowness impaled.
wow that is powerful!!
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❤ Thank you so much ❤
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