Untamed Heart
It beats, beats, keeps beating, beating, beating ! I look in the mirror of time and how different I am now compared to the past. The skin covers the bones but not the scars. They itch like they did on your body and you tried scratching the scars away but these aren't scars made of a mortal man-made blade. These scars are made of memories and encapsulated in a case of time. Unpenetrable by anything. So, it beats, and keeps beating, beating, beating! Do my eyes lie? Do my words deceive me like ants running towards candy? If only I had the strength to walk away, but it pulls harder than anything I've ever known. So, nothing changes, apart from this flesh on a corpse which talks. They say the dead don't speak but I was too blind to hear you and too deaf to see. Your voice kept telling me your path was pathed in torment and I didn't believe you, I believed her and defended her like I defended my own life. How wrong I was, how blind to not see you calling. So, it beats, and...