The Mechanical Of THE HEART
Beneath the gleaming moonlight,
Underneath the dazzling stars,
The heart keeps beating fast,
Pumping the fear to all the veins,
Driving the pain to the feeble mind,
Thrusting the loneliness to the helpless body,
Propelling the twinge back to THE HEART…
When will the heart stop pumping fear to the veins?
When will the heart stop driving pain to the feeble mind?
When will the heart stop thrusting loneliness to the helpless body?
When will the twinge stop propelling back to the heart?
When? When? When?
When the day THE HEART stops beating...