The wind shreds at the tattered remains of his heart
And steals the pieces, scattering them every which way.
What's suppose to be the agonizing perception of being in pain
is the perception of relief.
No longer will tears hit the the broken remnants to play the somber tune of heart break.
No longer will words be able to salt his exposed arteries.
No longer will he feel the silence dance around him getting closer and closer when he is alone.
For not bearing a heart
leaves no heart to bear scars
and perceive pain