It's so dark in here.

I can't even see the cage that confines me.

I shout for help,

but not even my echo can roam free.

I am trapped.

I am bound by these chains, 

not made of metal,

but instead they are veins 

that lock me into place, 

so all I'm left to do is pulsate life into you.

As I am held captive, 

hidden underneath a cage of ribs,

tightly restrained

within a web of arteries and veins,

let this question circulate through your body:

how is the human heart a source of love, 

when it is the lonliest place you can ever think of?