amputate
I am of heartbreak,
blood red armies chokes in my veins
their tears barracade their routes,
the pumping! must stop.
Love loss
an amputated limb.
my finger, my leg.
A heart attack of feelings.
My love is displayed for all
to pick 'n' match
your own design
your cruel no feelings.
A worn red stain upon my wrist,
that grubby mark shall fade with time
to a dark red memory
only I can see.
O heart beats,
heartbeats.
No song today.
No rhythm to play.
I am of heartbreak,
blood red armies chokes in my veins
their tears barracade their routes,
the pumping! must stop.
Love loss
an amputated limb.
my finger, my leg.
A heart attack of feelings.
My love is displayed for all
to pick 'n' match
your own design
your cruel no feelings.
A worn red stain upon my wrist,
that grubby mark shall fade with time
to a dark red memory
only I can see.
O heart beats,
heartbeats.
No song today.
No rhythm to play.
"...their tears barracade their routes, the pumping! must stop" make me think of blood clots forming (on fatty deposits that gradually build up inside our artery walls) and floating around until they block a coronary artery. Either way I like the raw organic imagery.