Close to this

 

this heart of mine

is pounding like a thousand

guns

for no reason-

even so,the cracks in my ribcage 

can be seen

from Mars.

what is this sick,unwritten law

we all adhere to?

so wrong,so dark,

so impersonal...

we want to drop our shield,

but the battle is far from over-

there's too much blood to spill,

to many unspoken

words

left to conceal!

we came so close

to perfection,

but then we made a pact

with the rain and

the Devil...