Broken

I lay down my heart,
I begin to pray,
Wherein does,
My heartstring lay.

The reds now grey,
On this unholy day,
Your hands are stained,
My heart is framed.

Encased in glass,
Lost all that lasts
Buried below,
Where dead men groan.

A deep dark home,
Of skin and bone,
A deep dark hole,
For a broken soul.

Mend the heart,
If you dare try,
But tear it apart,
Then be prepared to die.

Broken,
Crushed,
Beaten,
Shattered.

In the end,
It doesn't matter.