i bleed through every single day with this burden labeled heart worn thin by disappointment hanging by a thread a magnet for incisions it has made me weak an accomplice to malfunction filled to the brim with lead it serves no purpose i have no need for this heart for it receives no love at all so impractical in it's nature just a charming paperweight defined only by shape not worth i curse this heart i wish it death one stitch could save me this heart just needs a spark but it will not come soon enough and i will once again be lost beneath the black i curse this heart i wish it death