Disease Heart

Scarred mans heart.

Disease Heart

We always choose to keep it to ourselves, cursed souls and faltering health, inside my flesh I found disease, and without blessing I release it unto thee. To ever see me again? Try it and I’m out, lest my desire run you to the ground. Without a focus I am crying to the night. Inside this painful realm I open my prize. F*****g gifts with your appealing little bows in lies, and within your wrapped box I find your devils hidden pride. Shaming it all down to me, and keeping pressure on. He damned me for dragging you along.

 

Where have we gone since we left it to our hearts? We fretted for our inconsequential little desire…for this lustful self-serving bit of nothing we call, our love. See me complete inside of you! Yet all we hear is sleeping disasters waiting, I feel this time I’m escaping, into this last place my breath will allow me. I am done and that is my choice, don’t let me leave without you…I see you around every corner, and I need my heart to, be alone for just awhile. Wrapped inside your blanket neatly, kept away from lonely coldness, burnt-back-alive with all your heat and scrapping by for its next meal I…

 

Complain but I can surely tell you, I’m happier with than without. So don’t worry, because my heart surely is already there, residing quite comfortably, inside your frame and looking out, for all of your best interests. I am living lies, living proof of receiving this gift from you. I love it so, and so we go again.

Author's Note

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is epic poem. A fore-bearing battle-cry for diseased hearts everywhere. I really like the use of old style language and the excellent, excellent flow.

[V. P. Trujillo]

Thank you, Josh. I am happy to have these lines appreciated.