My heart

And as the heart opens the mud starts pouring out
Seal it tight before it bursts
Into puddles of sandy, greasy dirt
And black vines crawling and clenching and killing

It looked so bright and pounding and red!
Now it appears my heart was only an illusion of happiness
And I have to close it before it cracks open
And spills its insides into my veins and poisons me into depression