Beating rapidly,
a comforting sound.
You, heart!
Pumping blood, bringing
life.
You are part of my being.
Crucial.
Your beat!
Oh, the sound!
Like life,
you have your
ups and downs.
But when your
soothing rhythm
finally
evens out, life is over.
Gone.
In the moment of one beat,
fallen
peacefully asleep.
Beating,
pumping blood, you are
a ruby!
Never to be
harvested.
Never to be
found.
Tucked away,
for good.
You are a gem of such great
beauty!
Why do you
endlessly
work for me until my
last breath?
You are my most precious
slave.
As a butterfly
flits
through the
air,
so do you
flutter
in my
chest.
You struggle, working for
life,
until the last moment.
Then…
death.