The mind has piled up an endless array,
Of thoughts, beliefs, contemplations.
The heart refuses the notions,
Reversing the role, often in motion.
The mind, as wild.
Wanders in lands of fears and fights.
Opens the gates of grounds forgotten.
Jumps through the darkness, throttles.
The heart admonishes, screams perpetually,
Dreads the forthcoming penalties.
The battle grows beyond sunset,
Killing heartbeats and peace with every concept.
Hands now riddled with a red maze,
Solved only with battle’s decline.
But who’s giving up?
Ask the heart and the brain,
Filling up the carcass,
Mistaken for the living.