You punch down my motivation while I stumble for the light. Already bloody, you stretch my wounds to see the river below me turn a solid red. I swim because that is all I know how to do. But you aren't satisfied; you take a lighter and pierce the strands on my head to ignite a mind that is trying to calm down. Once a reasonable pressure, is now caving in on my soul. Cracking at each temple, my bones burst into pieces. Once a promising puzzle, is now shattered into a million spectacles that remain slivers of hope that once was.
Still slivers of light, there lies a man once in a dark corner. Light reveals a heart still unsatisfied as his head shakes to the ground. In between the hiccups of rain, he tries to smirk at another person's pain. But no longer can he see the prevailing pain, for it has now dissipated in the red river. A poor shame; a black heart can't witness another heart breaking. Instead the glimmering pieces unveil a hollow heart in his own chest.
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