The heart

The heart-it’s going numb
Thought it had atrophied eons ago
Tragedy, what pitiful tragedy
The intermittent agony- it’s that messenger I fear
The heart-it tosses, turns and wriggles; it’s a painstaking affair
I tread a thin line; that between worlds I know and I know not
The brain waves, they stop to a jarring halt; my flesh and blood deserts my soul
Those neurons, they fire a zillion poisoned arrows
The heart- it’s nauseated by the blood that gushes through
Tragedy, what pitiful tragedy
A barbaric pain chokes my nerves; 
I yearn for a something to douse this sickening ache
The heart- it frantically begs for peace
Peace, it’s you that I seek; set me free
Wrap me in a cocoon of comfort; rescue me away from this dissent that’s set alight in me
Breathe into me, an iota of liberty, to mitigate this misery
The heart- it only seeks peace truly