I believed I had a heart
Before we grew apart
It then felt like an aneurysm
With some unexplainable mechanism
Denying that I was forsaken
Not understanding that I was broken
I just went on
Not realising I couldn't hold on
My feelings gone rancid
My veins, a haven for acid
In my chest, shadows feast
Scary thoughts, dreamless sleep
Left in a forest so deep,
How can anyone not turn in a beast?
And so, I believe I no longer have a heart
Beneath my ribs, demons lurk
The aneurysm did its work
I am now a piece of art...