Thread: Heart Attack

Silly little heart... Ive maimed you.

Like a beaten dog, I've trained you.

To know that nothing is nothing. And something is nothing still.

Why can't you be more like my brain?

The goals you make won't be attained.

Your efforts can't hide that hole inside you, and it may never fill.

Though I've already ripped you apart,

You try to touch anothers heart?

Put a stop to someone elses damage before it goes beyond repair!?

Ha! would that heart be impacted,

if it knew how you were blackend?

If there is a point of no return then you're already there.

Though you're broken you still beat.

But instead of blood you pump defeat.

And through my vains is a steady flow of dissapointment and dispair.

Did you think someone would befriend you?

See that hole and want to mend you?

An overwhelming task for you to ask of anyone would be unfair.

For you will always wear that hole.

Encompassed with my empty soul.

The only thing left to embrace you, is nightimes lonely chill.

I wont allow you to be encouraged.

Or to believe that love can flourish.

If you thought you had something, something is nothing still.