Swallowing Razors

Wasted days of the most precious smiles
Hiding the hurt
Swallowing razors in hopes to cut the pain from a sullen broken heart
Heart pounding
Striving to redesign the love
Gathered worth
Loss of sense by design and un-giving humble home is your box of dead things
Numb
I can't feel myself
Numb
How can I begin to believe
When dreams fall apart you die and I betrayed the motion
Investing everything and with honest intention
With all sincerity
All the real
Motionless
Profane sanctioned
Wading momentless
Profane sanctioned
Waiting