Nails:
Look into my eyes,
You’ll see the ghost of a man,
A man who was happy,
A man who was free,
Now my heart has consumed me.
Instead of pumping blood,
It sends thoughts through my veins,
Thoughts which crush,
Thoughts which break,
Deeming this life a tragic mistake.
Shadows of a perfect past,
Masking the pearls once pristine,
Pearls shimmering each day,
Pearls sparkling every night,
A former lover of the light.
I feel old and past repair,
A body covered in nails from nightmares,
Nails thicker than elephant skin,
Nails for my coffin of numbered days,
Leaving my soul lost in a contorted maze.
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