He wants my heart.
5 miles to empty.
Ice cold blood has frozen it.
What remains,
Has to be retrained,
For so long,
It's been the brain;
Dictating, hating, stating,
the moves.
My heart has given up,
Given out.
He wants my heart.
Fraught with confusion,
Delusion, Seclusion.
He wants my heart.
Uncharacteristically,
My heart has become,
Anti-social,
Asexual,
Absent.
Wrapped in the music,
The bass,
The pitch,
Melodramatic tones,
My heart thrown,
In a bag,
Hidden.
A body without a soul,
Is dead.
He wants my soul.
