Leaking from the heart

 The mechanics of the soul need nothing from the heart

The mechanics of the heart cannot function with out the soul
Bleeding emotion, raw and unadulterated
the sliver of hope becomes a shard of glass
the flesh is torn and the red life flows out
reaching through the time and space of the universe only to find
the healing powers of love and devotion only are the guise of pain and suffering

Misled

distracted

With purpose unknown the enemies of peace attack

Assaulting the tender vestiges that are barely holding the meat of the heart to the body of the soul The aggression against ones dream is devastating
Broken once again the body withers and dies the heart is empty devotion is gone
The more you stop caring about something the easier it is to not care about something
And then the fatal stroke is administered
and the beating becomes a quiver and the heart dies
leaking the last of it's precious red liquid onto the floor
and during it all
they stand and watch
disinterest
dysfunction
detached and disconnected
uncaring