https://youtu.be/wZXSh5hrP2s

cold...
broken,
this shattered and tattered sleeve of mine...
i should cover it up sometimes,
but then again, like,
it wouldn't really be me,
so to speak.

it's hard sometimes,
when you feel like you're choking on your own heartstring;
self love, right?
it'd be nice to not be played in a harsh light,
but,
my heart still beats, i guess.

the syncopated rhythm of a lover's breathe,
the beautiful melody that leaves you awestruck,
as it slips from her smile;
i can't seem to get myself to reciprocate this time,
at least,
not for now...

i feel i might be too much of a giver, do you-
do you think that might be the reason i'm drained?
the vampires they are;
sweet succubi i wish to have by my side,
to have and to hold,
forever and always...

God,
that would be a dream come true,
to be honest...

so much for day-dreaming,
right?
when the butterflies leave at night-time,
the wolves howl and cry their bitter tears for their lost ones;
as do i...

or maybe an offering to Lady Luna,
proclaiming,
"hazzah! i am here!" i mean,
it'd be nice to be given that same energy...

my heart,
however cold it grows at night,
it still beats,
Apollo,
Artemis,
hell,
even to Mars of Ancient Rome,
they hear the strings being pulled...

one can hope,
at least...

my prayers,
they've run low,
if only they could reach the higher heavens,
third degree,
the center of the sun,
Oh, God,
please!
the amount of times i've been on my knees in tears,
only to be left on read..

at times...

there's hope somewhere,
for my heart,
it still beats for something,
or,
someone,
one could only hope...