necrotic heart

too many times - they broke it
too many times - it is crushed

hope is the vascular of my heart.
but when one by one die,
my heart shrieks, crying for help,
seeking for medications.
and it keeps on dying -- until everything becomes necrotic,
darkening my hollow heart....

the rage inside me grew,
inch by inch,
deeper and deeper.
and i swear i can hear fiery voices shouting in the chambers of my heart.

please..oh please...

please don't take my hopes away...
for without it,
my heart will stop beating.

 pic from leninha