• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 04

Tripping on Daisies

If I can’t have the heart
beating within your chest,
I’ll have to eat my own instead.

Bloody from the inside out.
Burning from the war you waged.

Rare is the moment
when I lose focus
and stumble,
but if I do
happen to slip,
trip, and tumble
over this carnage
and chaos
you’ve placed in my path,
I swear it won’t
be head over heels
toward you
that I fall
in the end.