Up and down, my heart on my sleeves
Flickering and dimming, i hug myself to sleep
Broken and tattered, my pair of paper wings
Swaying and dying away in the errant wind
No sense, no senses, no more, no nonsense
No scrap, no scape, no place, no escape
No want, no wanting, no heart, no hurting
No tears, no longing, no fear, no more
The pain, consuming. My core, aflame.
Hush now. Contain it, and burn, and die, and cry….