1How many seconds does it take
For an unhealthy heart to break?
What sickening visions lay inside,
Awaiting sacred dreams-benign-
And mending its own beating
With the weak ideas it's dreaming
In its Sleep? And yet the ever fancied
Heart can only grow with so much seed
Until it flowers empty petals
Seeping iciness like metal
Of a rusting, wintry bridge before it cracks.
While music softly playing lacks
Raging uncertainties to rock
A wildly thumping heart that's locked
In its untimely drum of Death.