Silenced

There's a beating in my body,
A kind of distant drumming.
I can hear it thumping,
Pulsating through my chest.
The heart.
Filled with the blood that pumps through my very veins,
filled with the hatred that pulses through my nerves.
What's a heart's main purpose,
to serve you.
Why can a heart be crushed then,
it's there for your life support.
If it's so vital to your living,
then tell me why it's so easily defeated.
Love can be a lot of things,
deadly is what most find it.
One day your heart is just pumping all that blood,
but then it get's crushed.
You don't hear the beating anymore,
the distant drumming is silenced.
Nothing you can do will start it again,
it just stops silent.
Before you try to rekindle the fire that burned there,
remember what caused it.
Never forget that,
Never forgive it.