Pain this time strikes equally deep.
And my heart is too tired to continue
With these irregular beats.
The kisses from you, so rare they
Become almost stolen. Taken
But not given, and your body
Beside me as I embrace it
Is all, but soulless.
Thump - goes the heart, hard and full
Of blood. It surges through my veins
And makes me feel alive. Every affectionate
Touch accompanied by promises that are
Already broken. But I cannot stop
The heart's thump.
Thud, thud, the rythm slows. It ebbs of blood
And is but a whisper of a pulse. I feel
Half alive, the old sensations return
Of growing old, becoming less,
Of dying younger and having no-one.
Emotional splinters lodged,
Within my heart and skull.
Forever gnawing at what I had,
And what that has become.
