The surface,
of my heart,
has cracked.
Not quite broken,
not close enough,
to perfection.
An empty vessel,
to be filled to the brim,
with restitution.
This useless,
beating *****,
bleeds heavily,
of glowing liquid.
The evidence,
of my struggle,
it's the light,
in my tunnel vision,
of emotions.
I'm drowning,
while breathing,
free falling,
in an empty sky.