A Heart that beats for nobody,
To a Heart that beats for only Death himself.
From a brain that is tired of working, and looking for reasons and excuses not to give up.
To lungs that are tired of breathing, and wasting oxygen on words that mean nothing anymore.
And a face that is tired of smiling,
Eyes, that are tired of seeing
Tired of crying,
And a spirit that is sick of trying,
Sick of trying to be tough
A nose that is sick of running,
Ears that are tired of listening,
And Knees that get scraped and bruised
Legs that are tired of always walking away,
Feet that eventually get sore,
And a body that gets sick.
Only Death would understand, for he is the opposite of life.
The lack of life.
Like Lucifer, the lack of a murderous God.
The opposite of one who demands so much temples and worship,
But does nothing to help anybody.
Yet, just like living and happiness,
He is shoved down everybody's throats from childhood.
Your body gets tired,
Your Spirit gets worn down,
And you've run out of reasons to keep moving forward
Because your life will forever be on pause because of selfish people.
You've got a heart that is sick of beating for people who could care less about you.
The people you would die for, wouldn't piss on you to put out the fire.
Most would probably think, why do you care about them?
Just stop caring and be without a heart.
Face it huni, while you are only someone they can use,
Death is forever. He will never leave you.
From a heart that beats for nobody,
To a Heart that beats no longer.
You don't have to wait much longer for me,
I'll be there soon.
To give it to you.
You'll see as you pull it out of my chest,
That the heart that's made it's final heart beat
Was meant for you.
