pumping, pumping, pumping everything looks normal, look deep inside yonder, blood circulation and all the arteries, capillaries but it feels like a river of worries. my blood thicker and black representing the pain, evil inside my most used organ. human, people looking at me like I’m winter, cold and inhumane. I can’t express my fondness for I’m not spotless. deep and hard, yeah that’s my heart.
Deeper than the ocean