Oh my hands which hold this face make this grasp a tight embrace. Walking feet don’t lose your pace you’ve been so slow but won this race.
Hello Heart you’re a bumbling mess, I'm beat when you beat out of my chest. Conversations that don’t exist between my brain and all these passages when all I want to be is the hard-hearted man you’ll never see again.
Oh my skin what a mess you’re in but it’s hard to know where to begin. In 20 years you’ve changed three times, I can’t afford to lose this life tonight.
Hello bones so skinny and frail, which move so slow and taste so stale