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Cardiac Player


You were that gasp of air I took when I was hung by my throat, 

When life's poison hit, you were the antidote. 

When the straight line hit a curve you were the asymptote. 

The bump in my flat line when I flat lined, 

The flat line for the scoliosis in my unaligned spine. 

You gave me peace for my mind when it was hard to find,

You were my all time teenage high, when I was at an all time teenage low. 

The pilot for when my storm put me on stand by, 

But it was just a dream as I watched you and all of the others just stand by. 

Oh, and by the way... I never lived to see another day 

I never found you halfway on that two lane road I traveled down

I became just another ghost to that town 

You were just another curve to my frown 

Another scar to add to the countless of plenty 

I can remember the countless of times you were the reason for them, that's 10 too many. 

Too many wasted nights you spent with your bud and henny 

With that G and your smash and pass attitude, 

Just to find yourself being beated and bruised and screaming "attidude". 

You should've been the day to my night when it was too hard to fight through the shadows,

And although you were the pace to my maker, 

I couldn't seem to find the oxygen for my lungs, the cells for my blood, 

I couldn't seem to find the remedy for my Cardiac Player. 

I couldn't seem to find a god to answer my prayers. 

I survived off of the thoughts of you, because love is too hard to find when life is too hard to fight, 

And the battle is louder than your cries, 

The days are darker than your nights, 

The thoughts... are deeper than the secrets that hide behind your lies, 

Who are you?

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