One Little Mistake

I walk in the room, blood on the walls

other than that there is nothing at all

What i hold in my hand is the heart of another

it has to be his, there is no other

It's soft and fragile i'm afraid it will break

then it starts pumping, thats all i can take

It falls

It hits the floor with a crack in the middle

blood spewed as it whispered a riddle

It took me so long to get this heart 

once i got it I tore it all apart

How much can a fragile heart take? 

I dropped it, one little mistake

and now it leaves me

forever today

there it lies on the floor

I can't keep it, not anymore

I pick it up, or the half I can

blood on my fingers, on my hand

It turns cold and black

assuring me that i don't want it back

it disintegrates through my hand

so i may never touch it again...AB