Literature
Bump
Bump, bump, bump.
Pain beneath my breast,
never have I been so shattered.
Will I find rest?
Bump, bump, bump.
Have I ever felt more alone?
Wings like angels on my back,
below my ribs a heart of stone.
Bump, bump, crack!
Veins of ice, toxic blood.
Heart beats slowly,
pumping poison mud.
Stinging, stinging.
The jab of shards,
in a world so cold.
Fate has dealt my cards.
Tinkle, tinkle.
Life in pieces,
I find the pain, of all things
most music eases.
Tinkle, tinkle
..bump.