pace to change is simple and strange

[_prettyplease]

absence made your heart bruise.
but heres theres the good news
a heart dosnt shatter it simply just breaks
your knees on your shoulder
i can feel finger nails scrape
how does it feel
its icy and sunburnt
your like a cobweb death, its meant to be

numbers like to trick me
daily, on occasion
when im numb and cant see
while words play musical notes
causing sensations
do you know that your simply beauty
its a sick warped frustration.

pressing quite into my soul
trying to change me
when youre knowing perfectly well
i can do nothing more than take you for ganted

theres dust across the keys
and glinters in you eyes
a spilnter in frustration
and a slow pitiful demise
of a disgue, parade,you made,for yourself.