Unstitched Wound

The Unstitched Wound
Bleeds and bleeds
Yet always Consumes

Sinews of flesh that tear
The soul apart into remnants
And neither one can repair
A bloody fist in fragments
Dead from the lustful warfare

Beating and Pumping
Even after failing
It's still thumping

Just die already, stop trying
Each movement is pure agony
Lacrimal eyes shine while crying
Slow Pulse keeping them unhappy
True bliss comes when dying

Life's unwanted boon
Forever it lives
The Unstitched Wound.

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If you haven't guessed already I'm talking about the Heart.

By the By Boon means gift. That's what life gives you love...

And the love I'm talking about is unrequited there's a difference I do not want to lead people astray.

That is not my intentions for this poem.

A short brief window into my current State of mind.