Breaking

Breaking arteries tearing veins
Look at what my new heart will remain
Flooding valves to deep canals to float you home safely
Where we will not meet

Crappy channel and sunken ships
Flowing properly is what my heart will miss
The continuous flow has now slowed down
Breaking in the spots where it would fly

Tears streak down my face
Leaving ruts in my skin
Scars and wounds become more profound
As time passes they tear apart

Crappy channel and sunken ships
Not flowing my eyes will miss
My poor blood shot eyes
You fucking made me cry

Cry to the part where I’d like to die
And you’ve broken my heart
To the extent where it can no longer fly