Coronary Thief

You are one of gods mistakes. Tired faces. Lying and trying, like a crane in a summer house.

Innocent smiles, deranged relations. I can somehow relate, you were the needle, you were the remains of a twisted fate.

Sky was blue, but nothing was definitive. So i waited for the day. Mistakes of mistakes, one of many and nothing at all.

Horror was being nothing or being somebody, somebody they heard and somebody they hearted.

Seals were broken, hesitation was innocent, it burned my soul like a summer romance, and i forget what was it like.

Thus started the story of the coronary thief.