i am a coalmine

"the kid was alright but it went to his head"

currently - my insides are waltzing outside to the beat of your fingertips against the keys of your keyboard. my heart is a coalmine made to be quarried for an alternative source of energy. keep you running smoothly, even if your lungs get filled with sooty ash. i'm dirty but i'm not a secret. thesecret. there is no secret, there are only lies behind pretty, empty eyes. all the words that aren't my own are the most impressionable. you pour water over my head but you never let any reach my lips. the drought of my soul is stronger than the sahara. i belong below the earth. posthumously removed from the earth by your dainty hands, they opened my casket to find worms and scratchmarks. buried alive by my own hypocrisy is the way i'm going to go, with or without you. all my sins are calculated by the notches on my bedposts and all the extremes. i am in love with love songs but i never sing along. i keep the words in the back of my head along with the aftershocks. i've already set myself up for my own demise.