As The Sun Slips Beneath

Another that rhymes... whatever is the world coming to?...

My heart beats intermittently

My smiles are rather rare

My lungs fill up infrequently

And seldom then with air

 

My mind is filled with questions

My throat with sickened words

My arms, from bitter lessons,

Are broken like a birds

 

My fingers hold the trigger

My hands are stained deep red

My wounds keep getting bigger

Until I’m sure I’m dead

 

My eyes are two vast oceans

My hair a golden stream

My brain goes through the motions

As if this were a dream

 

My soul is cold and blackened

My body frozen stiff

My aching jaw is slackened

As I stand atop the cliff

 

 

So take my broken heart in hand

My dear red-handed thief

And as we stand here on the sand

The sun slips down beneath