What is the beat of my heart?
Proof of life?
Or proof of death?

I was born to be destroyed
Maybe when the beat stops
I'll feel more alive

I write brittle on my bones
because they're tattered
but held together by skin

I write lonely on my hands
because they no longer hold
much but paper and pen

I write disregard on my eyes
because they see
but do not let me feel

I write stable on my legs
because they hold up a body
that can no longer stand

I write home on my chest
because it holds the contents
of my being

I write stop on my heart
because it is the one thing
I wish that it would do

I write purpose on my death
because only now do i possess
my defeated heart

You write useless on my box
That i lay lifeless within
A heart that's stopped is nothing of use