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Loud Enough
His heart was a thick colour,
dying tissues with lump of clots.
All the blood when stopped flowing,
Turned it to the shade of charcoal.
All the life when died down,
Turned it cold from warm.
"Useless crap!" He shouted.
Ripping it open,
Gripping it tight,
His fingers dug
Into the long dead muscles.
His eyes widened all of a sudden.
"I am insane, like the last man that died."
He remembered the red eyed man,
How gore he looked when he lied.
His skull, half sutured,
And the other half, open wide.
Like a madman he cried.
"Maybe, I'II keep it warm,
And it'll come alive.
Over the empty chest,
That was beating no more,
He placed the heart,
In the pocket of his winter coat.
"Beat, brave little heart, beat."
He whimpered, weak.
Cold and numbness
Crept up his feet,
Not long after his pathetic weep.
His heart dropped from his hand,
With an almost inaudible thud.
His body followed then,
A little more loud,
Just loud enough, to be heard.
And, his heart was a thick colour,
Dying tissues with lump of clots.
© Sagnik
dying tissues with lump of clots.
All the blood when stopped flowing,
Turned it to the shade of charcoal.
All the life when died down,
Turned it cold from warm.
"Useless crap!" He shouted.
Ripping it open,
Gripping it tight,
His fingers dug
Into the long dead muscles.
His eyes widened all of a sudden.
"I am insane, like the last man that died."
He remembered the red eyed man,
How gore he looked when he lied.
His skull, half sutured,
And the other half, open wide.
Like a madman he cried.
"Maybe, I'II keep it warm,
And it'll come alive.
Over the empty chest,
That was beating no more,
He placed the heart,
In the pocket of his winter coat.
"Beat, brave little heart, beat."
He whimpered, weak.
Cold and numbness
Crept up his feet,
Not long after his pathetic weep.
His heart dropped from his hand,
With an almost inaudible thud.
His body followed then,
A little more loud,
Just loud enough, to be heard.
And, his heart was a thick colour,
Dying tissues with lump of clots.
© Sagnik
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