Ohh, my twitching heart..

How I love netting your veins with hundreds of daggers and squeeze your blood to bathe with.

Curse you foul flesh! Still beating and bleeding with sorrow and despair.

A cursed blessing or a blessed curse?

Yet, you are the heaviest burden of all; carrying my emotions..

A vessel that holds infinite screeching demons, praying to shatter my bones

Will my tears be the rain of joy? Or are they doomed for misery..

Will my mind quit the race of madness? Or am I reaching the finishing line..

Will my soul be ever patched again? Or my fabric is worn out..

Will my silence begone? Or will I always be deafened..