More than just Pumping Blood

[iamawiseguy]

Delve deep into a lost soul,
Battered. Bruised.
Torn between Love and Hate,
Tears, Fears,
Memories like ghosts, come haunting.

The music of Love, Apollonian,
Love that burns,
The Love that scorches,
Like the heat of the Sun,
Turns into ashes,
The strongest and coldest of hearts.

Feels so cruel,
Yet I rise from the ashes.
A New Being. A Phoenix.

This heart is special, New Born,
Like a baby,
That knows no Darkness,
Sees the light of the world.

Pure and innocent it shall remain.
Until it grows, experiences,
And then Dies with Pain. Like mine.