I (woke up) this morning

Hearts and love

Broken and hated

The feeling of stagnate torture

A slow moving journey,

to a dark and desolate state of mind

A million beats per minute,

Shake me to uncertainty

My breath draws in slowly

Every tear burns a new track

My mind's so obsessive

So desperately searching for stability

I can feel breathing beneath the earth

She grasps my soul and pulls me under

Reviews

[AndBeForgotten]

Its about the feeling of rejection from a lover

[Clockwork]

The opening lines of this piece and the progression of it make me believe that it speaks of someone, probably a lover, that had slowly come to fill every aspect of the speaker's life. What the reader sees is the aftermath from the realization that this lover is not returning. I really liked the parallels your first two lines draw between hearts and love and broken and hated.