And I

The lopsided grumble of the tiring heart as it preys on the sanity.

The roll of thunder from a crowd of vultures circling misfortune waiting to feed on undoing.

The way of a world that enjoys torment.

Wish you wells,
but hate the sound.
This is all that I have found.

Just be patient
while time runs out

Sanity crumbles
Missfortune waits
Vultures circle
The thunder hates.

And I....

And I...

I am the heart that aches.