I CAN JUST BARELY HEAR MY HEART

Throw on an empty grin
With aluminum skin and a hollow chest
I need needles to move
I'd fight it but it hurts to make a fist

Plastic pills of poison
Are burning in my stomache like a city in flames
Aching like the sun
I swing a rusted axe with rigid movements

Feet worn and bleeding
On this endless road thats
Yellow and fragile
But I've got no place else to go

If fields of dreams could stop me...
I can just barely hear my heart... stop.

By: Flááh