Shambles

To put it ever so simply.

 My heart hurts. 

It's an ache that's confuses my senses, it messes with my reason.

My heart's confused.

It's this horrible distraction that I don't know how to deal with.



My heart is damaged.

It's an injury that's not easily healed.

My heart is broken.
I've put myself in a place I don't want to escape from.
The only way out of this is to break through the box that I'm trapped in.
But I can't get out without hurting this contraption that contains me.

But I have too get out.

This beautiful box will survive without a side.
It has five other sides to hold itself up.

But if I stay here much longer, I'll suffocate.

I'll suffocate under the weight that I've placed on top myself.

I won't survive much longer.

My ally is also my foe.
Time seems to be able to save me, I want it to help.

But my time's running out.

The clock is ticking. 

Every tick that passes, I hear a sound a salvation.

Only to be overrun by the droning noise of the next tock.

Time's not my ally.
Time's not my enemy.

I'm my own worst enemy.
And time just won't stop.