This worlds nothing more than a magic show , though tragic at times and encased in woe , it all works out , of this truth I know . - Zack Hemsey
A calloused drum set in scars
Amid the winter under your chest
So close to the fingers that search
In her sunlight .
He drops his head .
There's a war , she marches
Nothing gained in the winning .
He walks out to the ocean
Hoping to drowned
But he stopped breathing long ago
We're alive in an arrow
Walking aimless
Guided by the pain
It's cold in here .
As I pass through you .
My heart stops in the hall way .
No oxygen
I try to let the light in
The side walk leads to you
Also leads to me
Grab my hand
A calloused drum set in scars
Under perfect chest
So close to fingers grabbing under
Bone
Close to my ears
Wanting you to come home
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