The outer heart is dense Made for nothing but defense But every now and then, something pierces But when it’s repairing the damage done What of that which overcomes It is constantly breaking through, creating lesions So little the reparations mend What little alive left to tend When the tissue is dead and sordidly forgotten Death will come from all that it's abandoned Heartbeats constant yet instable Will bring anyone down to their knees Heartbeats that become unable To liberate, only condemned to defeat The outer heart shall rot and expose What once was too precious to behold Is now fighting until its last breath Ill-prepared and defenseless still Oft fueled by only pure will Through all the abuse that the inner heart will suffer None worse than sabotage by the love of another Heartbeats lapsed, confused and fleeting Destroyed after all it had found Heartbeats faint, profuse bleeding Drowning in pools on the ground