Dystrophy

The open wound that festers and burns how long have I ignored it? I spent all night praying that this decay hadn't touched my core... There is nothing between here and the sky That rages as violently as our hidden hearts. It doesn't matter how often we say "I love you", those words only become sticks and stones in a heart that vomits out hatred, annulling, everything else, even now, our prayer is trapped inside. The huge void between here and the sky swallows us whole, why is everything rotting before our eyes? This heart holds too many secrets, it's collapsing into itself, ripping itself apart and the precious sentiments it holds inside. Vomiting, rejecting, annulling - Only the tombstone will be white.