Why carry the burden?
Always falling into a comfortable place
Like a bee’s stinger piercing the flesh
Yet we move forward…
Until our hearts stop
I woke up to another tragedy
An abandoned heart floats through the sky
Like a monster in a tiny box
And now I’m moving forward
Until my heart stops
But there’s always more
Like an unfinished book
Stained pages, left to rot
The hand cramped and couldn’t move forward
So his heart stopped
The moon drifts through the night
Consumed by the mist
Carrying that heart with it
And my will gaze upon it
Until my heart stops
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