What's Left Of Your Heart
Concealed behind an emotionless mask,
emptiness levies a terrible toll.
For to feel one fleeting moment of peace
you must sacrifice both body and soul.
Cringing all alone, wiping away tears:
you exonerate the cold edge of steel.
And lingering on the fringes of fear,
guilt, admonishes you for how you feel.
Shards of indifference cut into flesh:
and your inhibitions begin to fade.
For anticipating instant relief:
your expectations empower the blade.
With a vague awareness of your heartbeat:
you watch as crimson drops flow from your vein.
And anxiety speeds your throbbing pulse:
as cutting starts to numb, your greater pain.
A feeling of fragmentation follows:
as you crawl into what's left of your heart.
And sedated within its scarlet pool:
you gather each piece as it falls apart.
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