They try to heal

like it's a game

the hearts that fall

and chests that ache

my house, my home

my every breath

is you, my throne

these empty chests

contained their chests

in their beating vests

but now they don't

need me some rest

I from the meals

I had desserts

so much I say

they're bleeding west

to meet the sun

as soon it sets

I feel alive

they disappear

with it as we

are feeling blessed.