My chest burns like acid,
Slowly eating its way through my heat.
The puncture of billions of tiny needles,
As oily blood spilling forth, quickly catching flame.

The gases that are generated are not ever seen
As the blood deftly turns back into my dreams.
For it is not really as it seems,
As the pain is all that can be.

You caused the pain
And now you see the power you hold over me.
But was it truly worth it when you chose to hurt me?

What could have made you so mad
That you would rip the life from me?
Did I truly do anything bad, or was it you who turned bad on me?

The pain and fear makes me shake,
Like a million people in an earthquake,
With the burning force of erupting volcano,
This burning, aching fear consumes all.

Yet,
The burning and quaking only stop by the undying love of a broken heart.