The Heart

Sometimes I feel my burning chest
As if somethings eating me inside
With thousands of nails
It scratches my veins
How can I fight with such a pain
Sometimes I smell my boiling blood
Which fills my eyes with screaming tears
I drown in the sea of my own fears
When my heart makes them real
It beats inside of me and and every stroke
Passes through my body and smashes my soul
But how can you feel the taste of life
Without the sorrow of the heartache which bitters
I know that every time I’m asking for help
It never leaves me to be weak
And when I stand against my fears
It always tells me what to feel
Sometimes I cannot find the truth
So I just look inside of me
And ask my heart which way to go
It never lies to me I know
Someday the pain will stop for sure
But then I’ll die it’s so simple ironic
I have chosen my heart to be the only judge
Cause all the pain and joy are passing through it’s forge