I wasted too much time in four chambers
I grew tired of the place I used to roam.
This place became my home… my broken home.
I was comforted by the never ending “Lub-Dub” which translated as “Stay.”
The circulation, the cycle, it took the pain away.
“Baby, I love you.” – you’d say after the rapid beating
Rips of the chamber walls, disintegrating… depleting
Now the air is thicker than any contents of this place
There are only shallow puddles in each chamber’s base
The waste land where valves once flourished
Became stretched and worn out… malnourished
Giving my all got me nowhere fast
I’m still picking up the pieces of this heart’s past.