Hearths made of stone. Love is as hard as a brick. Hate is made of fire and sin. But really who defines what sinning consists of? That BIG FAKE god in the ski? Those egotistical fame crazies who wrote the bible? What are their names.. Corinthians.. Psalms? Loving could be considered a sin. Putting your true self out there, naked, vulnerable. My heart is falling apart, crumbling like an old brick wall that too many people have sat on, pissed on, graffitied on. There are holes in my heart. Potholes in my soul! Dents in my mind. Slashes through my love. Hate consumes the soul. Anger controls my mind. Falling bricks like broken bridges. Breaking hearts like falling stones. Killing the love like killing time.
Crumbling hearts like falling stones.
