Failing Heart Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Victim of what?
Sacrifice for what?
Are we not men who make our decisions?
Whose life did we think we we're living?
Deception of ones own being.
As if someone breaths for you.
Did you not open your own mouth?
Loyalty is not act of innocence if you have no moral boundaries as you follow the path down.
Below this rocky cliff sits the crashing of so many waves.
Slaves to no one yet they are part of something.
A mentality that will one day put me in a early grave.
But before that happens I hope to stop those who are more crossed then me.
How far would you go?
How hot would your blood get?
A boiling point. every mans got one.
Which scares you the calm or erratic.
One who try's to control it feed into it as if was part of him.
A personality imbued and strength drawn from within.
If a skill is given do we take it for granted and assumed it always just be.
Swimming into depth I have never been.
Gorging on emotion as if it is a feast fit kings.
Driving a stake through the heart.
The wheels stop moving.
A stone struck cracks as if it has alway been brittle as this.
The pieces fall and suddenly it easy to understand how to equate all things in which we relate.
Abandoned as dignity was some wretched thing.
A loathing seeps out as never before.
Darkness envelopes me once again, and I think this time I just might surrender.
Only if the means leads to an end.
The weapon, the tool, the fool.
Pawns are mere fawns, and I am the wolf on the hunt full of desire, full fire.
The embers glow yet my soul is so cold.
Understanding this is not a matter of knowing, but a matter feeling.
As sand paper rubs the skin does it not burn.
Desperate are many plea's inside of me.
But nothing can sustain a void.
An untouched bliss can you not feel it?
A walk among those already long dead.
It is something soon to be forgotten.