Somewhere inside the icy depths of a chest
that has long been stabbed,
faintly quivers
a heart with no purpose left to give.
Struggling to go beyond the pain,
in search for love again.
Fighting for the breath
it so desperately needs to live.
Love brought the murder of my peaceful heart
before it ever had the chance
to truly beat.
Now silence
overthrows my being
and a blindly
cherished
victory
is seen
more clearly
as defeat.
Beaten to misery
but not completely broken
is this organ that cries out for peace in the night.
Now that my heart has been stolen
this pen that I hold
yields no might.
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