Restart my mind

Never thought,

life would feel

just

like sweet dreams,

as a child,

with nothing wrong,

just a heart,

beating strong,

yet enemies,

who can not see

with hammer and chisel

these,

impossible,

beings

are,

sclupting the heart,

into there favourite shape,

no no no,

these shapes,

these whispers,

sing in the ears,

of the decieved,

by the pain,

of that,

unwanted visitor.

that autumn wind,

brings troubled times,

no lies,

no hate,

no suspicion.

Just this porcelian heart,

No,

An impossible force,

striking, that,

ancient

pillar of time,

no button, no simple rewind,

Nonense and hatred arise.

No more lies

No more lies

No aliens inside.

No more pain,

No more time,

trying to live

without,

the thought,

of this porcelian heart,

ticking in that hollow half,

marching to the beat,

of some rotten part,

that friend or foe,

depends how one,

determines,

there worthless

no worth,

there worthless

no worth

no place,

when you are cursed,

with knowing,

a knife in the gut,

tape flowing out,

crimson ribbon flows out

like the wind,

violent and bold,

and all because,

some wretched soul,

wanted to restart,

there precious heart.