Poetry is blood and bones, And every raw emotion and Poetry is blood and bones, And every raw emotion and

Clipped bones to the ground, Shattered pieces of heart all around. Clipped bones to the ground, Shattered pieces of heart all around.

But wrong habits if the transition to our Character. But wrong habits if the transition to our Character.

Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and ebony eye sockets W... Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and eb...

I can hear my clattering bones I look for warmth Rubbing my hands for a while But my body goes nu... I can hear my clattering bones I look for warmth Rubbing my hands for a while ...

The New Sunk in with my soul Left unheard Stayed hidden in my bones. The New Sunk in with my soul Left unheard Stayed hidden in my bones.