A Longer Description by Ryan M EvonScab on the timid heart weighs so much,
sinking to the bottom of loneliness, lost in an abyss
that has no light, no warmth, nothing for
a heart to grow into what it should be.
Needles obtrude out of shuddering rib cage,
takes so much energy to fill ripped lungs
that breathing seems hardly worth it, get
tired just trying to catch the breath that leaks out.
Twisted visions accompanied by lava flow
of pain through a brain run ragged already;
any reason less then a large festering tumor
is going to be a severe disappointment.
Powdered bone piles inside joints pushing
already sore movement beyond the edge;
ache doesnt describe the sting of actually
feeling your bones rubbing together.
Lips, cheeks, jaw, plus facial muscles that
already decided before birth that smiling
was going to be difficult, now ward off
anyone that tries to engage in conversation.
Hands, well actually the hands are pretty damn
talented, dont always come through when needed
but holding a camera, person, or a pen, they
are indeed, masters of all creation.
06/18/2003 Posted on 06/18/2003 Copyright © 2024 Ryan M Evon
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