A heart once filled with so much love..

Now grey, slowly turning into stone.

Love is fading, it's getting hard to feel.

A heart so tired it's shutting down.

With every beat it gets colder.

Another heart lost to the dark.

No more wasted love.

Play the music
Stop. Repeat.
I'm getting addicted to the beat

A song of love
Of sorrow. Of happiness.
I can't believe I'm in this mess

Play the music
Stop. Repeat.
Tears fall down
For such beautiful sound

A beat that I have always known
A heart that I can't call my own

i ****** myself every night,
your memory being the weapon.

i saw you last week in my dreams and
you beat me with the thought of you

i stood still, covered
in blue, still
you never having to beat me black.

Do you remember the
night of cold; a thick blanket of
snow and anger frosted
over your frozen body?

i
laughed at
the complementing contrast,
and i beat me with my memory
again.

I would trust a word,
only when I could
go beyond it's
crusty outer shell,
fleshy girth, as well
and feel the heart
pulsating, making
red blood coursing
through the veins
speaking earnest truth
as heart beats,
what makes all words
other than this one
redundant, for that
moment in time,
stops my heart
with wonder,happiness
grief or ebullience
or many a other shades
when I intimately
knows that word.

i watched as she took my pulse
and wondered who was there to take hers?

I remember !
When logic finds no way to rational!
I remember!
When the beat of a heart is no longer part of a dictionary!
I want to fold all my papers
I want silence to accompany me in my cave!
I want to rest my breath in stillness!
And .....
I remember... with a note from Reality that Everything are running away!
I can sense the fear! The holding back of what is kept deep inside!
And....
I'm here in my dark room trying to bury my burns!!
Trying to write my last Epitaph

He was like music, his heart couldn't even beat without a melody
-S