Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
 
Deafening sounds of a damaged heartbeat.
Presumptively the beating means alive; Yet… why to me the sound screams defeat.
What surrounds my world cannot be called life.
How can one do so when stuck in constant strife?
 
Though not a coward;
I submit the claim on letting evil over power.
The soul reason for being drowned out by constant thunder and showers.
I suppose all this drowning means;
A good life investment would be to get a submarine.
Through all this weather;
I will abide together.
If I cannot stay afloat;
I shall discover a new plan to strive and devote.

-C. Jackson.