Part 2 - Black to Red, Still to Motion
It is dark and I lie alone, with a heart shaped cavity in my chest,
As I contemplate life without a heart,
I hear the sound of shifting gravel, someone is approaching,
The music stops just shy of my ear,
He speaks and the dark veil catches on fire,
I can see everything in the afterglow of the fire, but I can't see his face,
He comes closer, and kneels down,
He has found my heart, my dry, dirty, and damaged heart.
He gently pulls off the gravel, and wipes away the dirt,
He speaks again, but this time to the black organ that gives me life.
Color appears, and so does motion.
My heart beats!
He slowly places this beating source of life back into it's home
He closes the cage.
I beat again!
He stands up and reaches down with a wholly hand,
He speaks once more, "Now I am the source of your life."
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