“A heart ripped apart.”

Hights of expectation have no limits when the spirit is free,

limitless was my hearts desire that used to beat inside of me.

Dreams are the catalyst of the future of life,

dreams of love, happiness and without the cut of the knife.

Peace of the heart is a treasure not linked with the past,

but all these things for me now, will not last.

The blood of life courses through this heart of mine so small,

the being that I am, this heart will now see me fall.

My heart was once filled with love and did thrive,

and it is here that my dreams were so much alive.

Now, with every beat, my heart only feels pain,

as those hopes and dreams now break under the strain.

Inside a breast that outwardly shows pride,

yet inside, such a pain it now does hide.

Blood runs down to my knees as my heart

is ripped from my breast,

only to live as the dead, suffer eternal torment

up to and beyond my death.

Eyes that are sightless and lips that have turned cold,

arms that are now empty and do not want to grow old.