Monday, March 15, 2010

Heart Factory

My body slowly stiffened
As I lay in my bed,
From my heart to the mattress,
My thoughts slowly bled.

I’m off to the Heart Factory
To get rid of this illness.
I’ll give my soul some peace
In its search for stillness.

Searching for refuge,
Burying the pain.
Dismissing emotion
But the pictures remain.

I’m off to the Heart Factory
In hopes of finding a cure.
Banishing the black to
Find a red more pure.

I’m completely destroyed
Aside from the jagged seams.
Can’t you hear the screams
Fucking up my hopeful dreams?

I’m off to the Heart Factory
And I never want to go back.
So I wrote and asked him to
Not make this new heart crack.

(Thankyou Patrick and Sierra for your loving help and support.)

1 comment:

Holly said...

this is awesome you're a great writer :)

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