What has become of my dying heart?
Shattering pieces, and torn apart.
Where do I go from here?
I can't move, because of fear.
Paralyzed I lay.
Passing away the day's.
Beating slowly.
Why won't this heartache let go of me?
Strangled by the thoughts.
That lay there in my mind, time is what I bought.
Tickled by these horrific telltales.
In love, it's the one thing I have failed.
images that blind my reality of you.
Mixed feelings of hate and truth.
Failing .
My old heart is failing.
All it's love has long been bled out.
Running on borrowed time.
Time has run out.
Desensitized by all that have hurt me along the way.
It's good that on my sleeve, my heart I cannot display.
For if humanity were too see,
they would want to finish me.
©budmac38
B