A Heart of Death, A Heart of Birth

Slow my aching heart.
Halt the daggers pain.
Whispers dance upon my walls.
While silence screams your name.
And when the breeze begins to blow,
it unchills the arrow on the bow.
There is a new throb in my heart.
It pulsates and begins to grow.
This chaos of passion spreads so fast.
Cancelling old memories booked in the past.
And sketched across the darkest night.
An old flame burns out, while a new one ignites.