sutures to scraped knees (overkill remedies)

my heads a gravestone to practiced lines

my hearts an empty stand

out of stock, out of mind

crocodile tears on movie wounds

sandcastle childhood dreams

washed away youth

limelight exposure therapy

only burned and suffocated me

the stars aligned for me to choke on tears and half baked dreams

tooth aches, sweet smiles

we're giving out candy to greedy hands

tragedy sounds better when it rhymes

so let me in to write these lines

down your throat