Torn and mangled. Tormented and frayed. My heart beats a steady rhythm throughout its tortured and beaten existence. Matched to the tune of a drum, The beating gets heavier and heavier. With your words, Your touch… A heart can only take so much. But when freedom prevails upon you… Giving you a gift that many would die for… It can just stop altogether. Beaten and bruised, The wounds never healed, The scars proving the damage. Even when happiness is just a breath away; Heart and soul go together as one. When you’ve broken a soul, And mangled a heart to no repair, You can’t fix it. It’s already gone.