'til the last beat stop

If only my heart contracts voluntarily, then I could control its beating.

But now, I can’t let it stop though a gnawing pain locks here in my heart.

I wonder why it never gets tired, when to God I already cried…to take it all away…’til the last beat stop.

If only it would be too easy…to just walk away… in this seemingly suicide inanity.

Is love also a continuous tradeoff?

Or is this dilemma just rooted from a self-inflicted pain or maybe paranoia?

I want to shout inconsolably ‘til someone hears my heart as my heart pants for love.

I want to feel love…see love… not just hear love.

Is love really there that I just fell short to see? Or just lies maybe…

I don’t want to shed anymore tears that pour like the patter of the evening rain.

But as I contained this mounting pain…it seeped through my whole being…slowly drowning me ‘til it’s hard to breathe.

I’ll just wait until I’m numb and bear no more pain…not even love…for love gone stale…

’til the last beat stop…’til it’s finally over.