The sound of your heart,
A ticking time bomb in the graveyard of memories
The eulogy to a love now eternally lost. I watched it echo through the walls of my mind,
A symphony of sorrow played in reverse. And I remembered that love is a loaded gun,
A game of Russian Roulette with the bullet
Of loss buried deep within its chamber. It hurts being this free,
But it’s the only thing I know.