Imagine if my heart was a light

My physical blood pumping 

Organ like a lamp shining in 

My hands after I tear it the 

Fuck out of my crying chest. 

The burning lantern to guide

Me through the dark woods 

where any star light is cut off 

from the canopy of tall oaks 

and evergreen because

Circulation was always a

Waste of my time from the very

Start. 

Burn bright, shine on, all the 

Filament of my chest protected

Bulb, burn out, like the sun, 

Black hole heart is what I 

Am singing. 

No love this is not a mind 

No feeling comes from the 

Blood pumping, more numbness

From it going then if it ever 

Stopped, it has its better purpose

Now, to carry my sight until

I fall down and die. 

Carry on my torch after I go

Make the sight move to all

The world a physical shine 

That can bring luminance

To dark rooms and a guide

To the error of the human 

Eye.  

Until it all burns out, until 

The flesh flakes away and 

The shell is gone, when the

valves have singed closed

And nothing lights anyone’s

Way.