My mind a muse Busily playing at the strings of my hearts true feelings. Douche be with me Love be gone, and pain be waiting at the end of my arm bearers nock. Lock him and keep him Lying, Lying there in my pain Now his. Now his, Now his I may look on and grin, not visually scared by my past. Never to be broken Never to be taken as a token made to fit in a fools pocket. Ark not so for my fingers lay still No music pours out of my mouth only a stiffened tongue, still, failing to taste.