Heartbeat

Here's a poem.

Heartbeat
The only consequence of my life is that I never knew how to love,

When I died there was no mourning,

The light and gentle wings of a dovw,

Never flew into my morning,

Silver dew lined the grass,

The coffin was spat upon,

My body rested on shards of glass,

I felt as if I were a pawn.

They held no funeral,

They burnt my will,

I would feel furious,

Intead I feel ill,

Is it me who deserves to be punished?

Or them with their hatred,

Shall I be them gem not tarnished,

My purity shall not be debated.

<p style="text-align: center;">Since I was young I had a dream,

<p style="text-align: center;">That one day I shall have the power,

<p style="text-align: center;">The damned torture and scream,

<p style="text-align: center;">There are thorns without flowers,

<p style="text-align: center;">A rose has two sides to it,

<p style="text-align: center;">Cold blood flow within my veins,

<p style="text-align: center;">None of you have been through it,

<p style="text-align: center;">Rattled by my pain...