Pain in my heart, bleed out
Just leave now.
I do not need you anymore
You’re causing a torment
ripping me apart
I need to cry
But not a single tear appear
I am losing everything I once was
To the thumping, nerve shaking, shredding pain
It is my heart in an microwave
“We are slowly cooking what was defrosted” – Says the heart
It’s leave of the winter has made it weak
The heat of the summer shall harden it
It is your torment
Not theirs or thems
Pour the blood to the ground
And see! no pain comes out
It has embedded its claws
It’s there until it beats no more
[Ruptes]
{2018}