Casie Turrell
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Bailey Young/The Baron
Beating like drums of war
Intense in your chest, this pain.
Turning your guts like a hailstorm
Creeping like lead through your veins.
Joy that is left to fester
Can quickly turn into an ache.
Heartbeats that bruise your ribcage
Are the sound that keeps you awake.
Never forget
The cardiac muscle.
The heart gets weaker
If you never use it.
Why do they call it falling?
Feel it and then you will know.
Flailing with nothing to grab.
Running with nowhere to go.
Convulsions that burn your insides
You swallow the lump in your throat.
Loving is not always easy
When guilt follows everywhere it goes.
Never forget
The cardiac muscle.
The heart gets weaker
If you never use it.
There’s nothing like the heart to make you see red.
It tears you apart and it fills up your head.
Heavy, your burden to bear.
It’s melting you down from within.
Clouding your judgement now
Is the feeling that you have sinned.
Tenderness dies in your throat.
Love can feel like an attack.
Fear that you will corrupt.
Say things that you can never take back.
Never forget
The cardiac muscle.
The heart gets weaker
If you never use it.
Never forget
The cardiac muscle.
The heart gets weaker
If you never use it.