What is this beating heart

But a simple bag of flesh,

Meat and muscle?

How does it rule my every thought,

Every breath so?

It’s only job is to

Drive

Blood

Through these

Thirsty viens.

Instead it has overthrown my mind

Taking charge of

Every move,

Every decision

I make.

Speaking it’s own language

I do not comprehend

Yet try desperately to understand.

I yearn to interpret the beating within

This skeleton cage.

Somehow it wanders.

Somehow it roams.

It escapes me,

This heart

Trapped in bone.

Still it makes me laugh.

Still it makes me cry.

This senseless beating

Echoing

Throughout.

Within

My cage until I die.