Rusting Heart

Say no word

Beyond my eyes

For a sword

Full of lies.

Heat out of the core

Mount to sail

Rate of my shore

Blaming the trail.

Sure I doubt

What I'd lived for

Pure that sprout

To soar and to roar.

Many more dreams

I had in my bag

Before they scream

Killed and buried in a sack.

Heart once beats

Free and loud

Now It lost to shits

Where fails often shout.

No edge has it

Bring back the rust

A sworn path to bleed

A hope just was the last.

No more candles

No any prayers

Wrapped through bundles

Dust at every doers.

I shall be

What I shall be,

A free thought for a story

Just Another writhing job for me.