Your heart is fragile in its bloody lagoon.

It thumbs" thumb.thumb.thumb." with caution and a carefully curated motion.

The heart cannnot comprehend nor calculate the clock on the watch; therefore, it repeats a certain rhythm of your spirits.

The heart carefully and periodically sends milky red through your blue and red-stained vein attachments and presecds.

Suddenly, a cloying, dark feeling towers against your heart, turning everything to gloom.

Your blood runs hotter... Your face blushes with the fermentation of red, and your eyes sting with salty liquid.

You feel your heart being eaten away piece by piece, but it’s uncontrollable. uncomprehending at the moment.

Your blood gushes through your veins faster, your face is ablaze with red, and your eyes pool with tears.

You try to explain, to talk, but you can’t... Your words are gambling in the back of your throat.

And slowly you are being filled, piece by piece, with an infectious sorrow and melancholy.

This dark tower is eating up the heart, and it’s uncontrollable.

It’s chewing thoroughly and slowly...