Heartbeat


It begins....
It is cold....
It is lonely....
It is deep....
This darkness....
It does not speak....
A deep abyss....
I cannot break free....
I lie, cold, still....
And I stay....
This darkness....
It's my home now....
I hear a sound....
A soft sound....
A beating drum....
A racing beat....
A heartbeat....
But it is not mine....

I can't remember....
Why am I here?...
How did I....
I try to breathe....
I cannot....
I try to listen....
But there is no sound....
I try to speak....
But I am mute....
And I lie here....
Cold, still....
Frozen in time....
I feel something....
It's in my veins....
It's throbbing in me....
A steady beat....
Racing, hesitating....
A heartbeat....
But it is not mine....

I feel my body....
Clammy, dead....
I feel my blood....
No longer warm....
It is cold, as well....
I try to gasp....
There is no air....
I cannot breathe....
But I am not scared....
I feel a light....
It is warm, and sweet....
I can feel a warmth....
Wondrous, magical....
A steady beat....
Pounding, echoing....
A heartbeat....
But it is not mine....

I open my eyes....
I see the light....
A white pearl....
In a black canvass....
So beautiful....
So welcoming....
I taste something....
It's on my lips....
Bitter, sweet....
Intoxicating....
I lick my lips....
Tasting cold skin....
And it enters my mouth....
Hot, satisfying....
I want more....
I can hear it still....
It's getting faster....
Quicker....
I can feel its heat....
But I knew....
This heartbeat....
It will stop....
It is not mine....

I listen carefully....
I can hear the Night....
It's peaceful to me....
I can hear everything....
I can see the night....
In another way....
I breathe in softly....
The scent is vigorous....
It gives me shivers....
I open my mouth....
I taste the air....
It is delicious....
Tingling, sensational....
I can hear the beat slow....
I can hear it pause....
And then it stopped....
The heart is dead....
Now, it is my own....