Nothing but Heart

[leavingtonight]

How much tighter could you pull on this chain locked around my heart.
The blade that you carry in your voice only cuts deeper and deeper into my lungs.
Lack of breath, loss of blood
I’ve fallen to my knees once more
The cris cross of the wires make patterns of confusion
The shape of your lips ignite
The hands of the clock skip a beat
Strike against the ground, make a spark, boom, there’s the explosion.