28.

My Decaying Heart


At every turn, a piece breaks off
Every time, a new hole is made
Another pit of deathly depression
Another vast chasm n’er to be filled
With every love, another wound
With every failed hope, death comes closer
The blade ‘comes friendlier
The end more comforting
A chicken-wire heart can hold no love
No place for warmth, no place for hope
So flow my tears, my pretty red tears
And restore my heart to me