What I Live For

My heart only takes one breath at a time. The beats like the sound of drums ,the sound of open waves. My heart speaks of trust,the open wound of a barrel cave. The image of caster,of volcure,braced with shelter. My heart leaks of fine pure liquid ,potion juice that makes it healthier. The lines of blue veins across the chest and above the middle. My heart speaks of crime ,fighting off the enemies that could make it brittle. The flesh of purity,and water is its source. My heart has its own mind ,but the mini me is its force.