My heart beats softly in my chest

Even if I hold my breath, it doesn't rest.

Pulsing with a purpose I can't understand

The blood trickles through like fine sand.

What a kaleidoscopic mess

She says I shouldn't have expected less.

The clock ticks on a firm downbeat;

My strained heart can't hope to compete.

Agonisingly slow, it begins to decompose

Wilting through its cage like a dead rose.

As the tempo leaves my lungs behind

Even life itself becomes benign.

I was left to my own devices.

Counting her vices

Burying my own;

I prayed to be left alone.

Here I've stranded myself in this maudlin ocean

Left to drown in the paralyzing emotion.

Tick tock till my final breath

I wonder, will she mourn my death?