Please grant me a heart
That no longer
Beats.
A heart that doesn’t hope anymore
Or despair
In the end.
Sometimes I’d hope my heart will slowly wither
Yet its resilience
It reminds me of
Something disgusting.
It feels like something is choking it anyways
A vice grip on my arteries
Only releasing when my face turns purple
Like a grape on a Sunday Morning
And its dew drops
fall off my cheek.
Grant me a heart that died
Under
Layers and
Layers and
Layers and
Layers and
Layers of
Indifference
I don’t need to care anymore
But this beating heart
It beats for others
It beats for the world
But me.
But do their hearts beat too?
“The heart is a universal symbol of love. Of courage that surpasses every strength.”
“How does it die?”
The room temperature falls beyond absolute zero
And rises again to its boiling point
And another falls
And rises again.
A heart that doesn’t dream
I need something like that
A cold piece of mechanical steel
With protruding tusks
Piercing through
Another fleeting dream.
I wish for a heart
One that is long dead.
Grant me one.
Or any one of you is fine.
Just one.
Please.
--Billy Davis, 23/5/2023
Theme : Satire