The [Human] Heart
Why is the heart so eager to give itself away?
To fell wanted; to feel complete?
The despair that is faced,
In the moments that yield regret-
Why must the heart suffer the pain of yesterday?
Darkness falls, guilt stirs-
Seemingly just to bring the mind,
Back to the abyssal void inhabiting the chest.
The aching, the longing... It is all for naught-
Darkness stirs, and loneliness thrives.
Why is the mind so quick to forget,
The whisperings of wisdom imparted to it?
The mouth speaks before the mind can think,
About the consequences of today, the pain of tomorrow.
Why was the mind lost; so quick to leave?
The hands move without conscience.
Doing the void’s bidding, gorging on the pain,
Left from the heart’s present pleasures.
The void can never be sated...
Why are the hands feeding the void?
The pain of yesterday feeds the void in the chest.
All for a moment of pleasure-
The chest, the mind, the mouth, the hands-
They serve the void that has consumed the heart...
The remnants remember a time before they were given over to fleeting indulgence.
Why is the heart so eager to give itself away?
To fell wanted; to feel complete?
The despair that is faced,
In the moments that yield regret-
Why must the heart suffer the pain of yesterday?
Darkness falls, guilt stirs-
Seemingly just to bring the mind,
Back to the abyssal void inhabiting the chest.
The aching, the longing... It is all for naught-
Darkness stirs, and loneliness thrives.
Why is the mind so quick to forget,
The whisperings of wisdom imparted to it?
The mouth speaks before the mind can think,
About the consequences of today, the pain of tomorrow.
Why was the mind lost; so quick to leave?
The hands move without conscience.
Doing the void’s bidding, gorging on the pain,
Left from the heart’s present pleasures.
The void can never be sated...
Why are the hands feeding the void?
The pain of yesterday feeds the void in the chest.
All for a moment of pleasure-
The chest, the mind, the mouth, the hands-
They serve the void that has consumed the heart...
The remnants remember a time before they were given over to fleeting indulgence.
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