Diary

Acute pain

Within sleeve worn heart

Why repair

When you can consume?

One used threat

Bare emotions

Why repair

When you can diverse?

Divided

On solitary tracks

Parallel paths

Never fated to meet

Divided

Oh, what a way to be alive

On silent streets

Caught in the trap

Creasing backs

Just to be reminded

Thrown away

Whilst you inflict the pain

I know that this

Is a thing of the past

But the sheets

Are already stained

Divided

On solitary tracks

Parallel paths

Never fated to meet

Divided

Oh, what a way to be alive

On silent streets

Caught in the trap