If you asked

what my heart

consisted

of.

I would say;

half is pain.

Other half?

Love.

 

If you said

love was dead,

valueless

time.

Clear your head,

break the shell.

Reveal your

mind.

 

It's called pain,

caused by words.

Dismantles

soul.

Cant blame it,

bred to kill.

Grimmest of

goals.

 

Sad but true,

both the halves

operate

slow.

Crawls on man,

watch the clock,

second hands

know.