Your Heart

A little strange to be honest, I was surprised with myself after writing this one

The way your mouth works,

Is disconcerting.

The way your mind works,

Is disconcerting.

I see the cogs spin round and round,

What is there to save me?

 

Your heart is broken,

Your heart is cold,

Your heart is narrow,

My heart was yours.

 

Your grey, hard knife’s edge,

Is incredibly

Near Death’s calling card.

He will come for you,

To reap the damned soul you possess.

I will wait to hold you.

 

My heart is now broken,

My heart is now cold,

My heart is now open,

Your heart will be mine.