The suicide of my heart

Unable to feel
the cold left inside
I think
I’ll leave it hangin’
at the heating pipe

making friends
with loneliness again
swallowing nature’s solutions
to forget
how to control life
without
looking for a pacemaker

I still wanna rock with you
but I
feel like a Bread
flying high through the sky
with freedom
in the center of my eye
preparing
the end of the start
that’s what it is
this suicide of my heart