Badly Beating Heart

Black dog howling in the distant fields
I'm pretty sure my heart is buried there
If I was a good person I'd have left
but I'm attracted to the dark glamour
of a cliche manic depressive niche
This town is paved in yesterdays tears
My flesh bears scars from when I was reckless
now I'm hanging low on a black cloud

Push away all the negativity
I want to be alone in this nightmare
A passive emotion is always welcome
but never wanted when ambivalence is king
Sometimes I'm cruel, my words sting
but don't hate me because I just can't comprehend
how I feel about myself and you

I'm an electric cable flailing in a rainstorm
I hurt myself more than I could ever to others
Strap me down to the cold, flat anvil of the earth
I'm dressed down and mixed up
Break my porcelain body and you will see
a badly beating heart in need of replacement
So shine on me
I'm fading away in this darkness

Reviews

[L4rn13]

A lot of uncertainty here but well expressed with the use of darkness and shrouded mystery: why would a porclain body contain a heart? Further more how did the flesh become porclain and where did the scars come from?
Well these are the thoughts I got from this one. Very gripping read.

[Luna Zerimar]

.."But I'm attracted to the dark glamour"...

[zephyr]

It sure feels like that at times, doesn't it? You brought it all home with that last stanza.

[Brook]

Again, great write. I love the language used, it flows wonderfully.
Good job.

[Tina Louise UK]

This was really gooooood, you express yourself so well....liked this one :) x

[The Girl Who Loved Too ..]

Very well written. I can feel the emotion you put into this. Thank you for sharing.