Battlefields, Called My Heart

The more I begin to love myself

It seems the world digs in deeper

The fuckening, you could call it

When everything’s going your way

And you just know you’re overdue

Your sky is blue, but mine is charcoal black

With torpedoes reigning down on children

Hellfire never ceases, it mars my land

And I’d surely go to Mars if I could

But I’m hardly qualified to be Elon Musk

Silver couldn’t buy my peace, and paychecks

Disappear in the dust as water on my tongue

In the desert everything is a mirage

Until I pull the jagged metal from my cranium

And realize I’m still alive

My lungs are radioactive chambers of lust

Each kicking and fighting for drops of oxygen

One day there won’t be enough to feed both

Should a parent ever have to bury a child

Aren’t I glad I have none of my own

So consumed with surviving I forget to love

People try to love me back, but it’s hopeless

I can’t see past the next breath, next heave

Never mind the next hundred years

Can your kids buy me another shot at life?

And I’d promise you anything to get it

But I’m just a sad semblance of unified atoms

It would be a wasted gift, pearls before swine

I’ve died in every other life

I’ll die again this time

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