Thump, thump
My heart, my heart
It pumps, oh-
Oh, it pumps.
There inside it's alive,
Alive you can see.
The veins in me throbbing, pulsing
The life it's giving to me, exploding.
But there are things you can't see, not even me:
Invisibility
Like my friends and family and my vivid memories.
In between the pulmonary artery and to the pulmonary vein,
The red blood rushing, flowing, feeding my feelings:
My body and me.
And it aches as it clots and it rots and it withers down
And down and down and
Down, down.
Unpreventably, inevitably
slow-
ing
down
Thump.
Thump.
Tick.
Tock.
Done..
Yet, because it is the nonexistent that exists
And the reality that unravels the unreal.
A velvet cloud forms at high sky
As lightening races across the playing field
And, sure enough, a heart becomes revealed
To the reader upon the sofa seat.
Repeat the
Beat,
My heart, my heart
It pumps, oh-
Oh, it pumps.
There inside it's alive,
Alive you can see.
The veins in me throbbing, pulsing
The life it's giving to me, exploding.
But there are things you can't see, not even me:
Invisibility
Like my friends and family and my vivid memories.
In between the pulmonary artery and to the pulmonary vein,
The red blood rushing, flowing, feeding my feelings:
My body and me.
And it aches as it clots and it rots and it withers down
And down and down and
Down, down.
Unpreventably, inevitably
slow-
ing
down
Thump.
Thump.
Tick.
Tock.
Done..
Yet, because it is the nonexistent that exists
And the reality that unravels the unreal.
A velvet cloud forms at high sky
As lightening races across the playing field
And, sure enough, a heart becomes revealed
To the reader upon the sofa seat.
Repeat the
Beat,