Dependent Beating of a Heart

Swallow deep.
Breathe violently.
Cry truthfully.
Pray skillfully.
Dance horrendously.
Fidget gracefully.
And erupt softly.

Layers have unflooded themselves,
as the depressing blue floats through.
My blood stream never felt so heavy,
and my heart never felt so slow.

Superman can't save this haunted soul,
with white-eyed demons crying with me.
Angels can't sing with my heart anymore,
it unraveled it's aches much too early.

Critics tell me I have a tortured soul,
while some just call it a broken heart.
I'll spit at your shoes, laugh in your face,
my devil didn't win his war tonight.

My words tumble on together,
the light never seeming to shine through.
Emotions are lacking, what a shame -
My heart is beating through you after all.

Written on: June 27, 2010
(c) Stephanie Lynn