Hearteater: Heart Pt.1 Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

Heart, a plague, spreads covering anxiously me, over and over, this scrappy disfigured book promising to mean, had but slowly loses its cover.

Not miraculously, a grip of time,
the agony lastly won't be associated with a dimming light
The abyss many considered it, hole, growing, yet it won't stop.
Missed love, just needed a bliss of good feelings, didn't granted you, an empty sight.
A weak might, living under the church's clock, I'm here standing on a hill of skulls, on the top.

Situationally it's important keeping your emotion under pressure, if you don't want the construction, your vicinity start to shader.

Is it important to hide your little child under the merciless sun? Believing that I'm perfect, a heartful man?

A salute of miserable lies, maybe still the right choice, a fading pride.
Just a frustration, does it pass by, or will befriended with my ego, a hateful kind.

Got told that I'm just creating my own negative thoughts,
still on the search for a purpose feeling desperate, feeling lost.

Living with a feeling you won't remember me with a positive thought,
Am I still the person you were proud of, can you go with your hands opened?