The self - devoured Heart

It beckons from the inside
the heart filled with gore
it sickens from the dim light
a heart in rotting core

it pounds inside a hollow
the heart drowned in tar
the ooze that drops is sorrow
a heart with blacken'd scar

I beckon from the last pit
the heart that waits to perish
a chest is torn and bare slit
by heart, cold and hellish

I beat inside a death shell
it pounds to split apart
it gorge alive its own cell
my self' - devoured heart.