Cardio leopards sheperding the last mirage,
This counter pint to the two point system,
Set in stone by weathered hands of bygones
And bluejays.

Twitter twat in the sun, we tom-tom our way
To this cherish, where as, I am your Egyptian
Gold, lain in mines of fields of dreams of
Us?
Because we hide away in our closets, shrinking
Back from Leukemia at eight, because out there
Is dying, and death has no end.
So here I am lying, because I know not where to
Begin.

Is this our beginning?
Or is this an end to this love song,
Of sick people calling,
And pouring their breaths out to the city streets
Where vagrants lay, widely distributed,
An even shape of gray;
A mass lump of withering,
That won’t go away some day.
Therefore, I am your counterpart,
Making me be your heart.
I’m bleeding on the inside,
Loosing spare parts.