Silence takes the role of the murderer as the heart becomes its helpless victim.

Each word takes effort, force.
Something so simple becomes alike to hard labour.
Every movement made by the mouth,

takes the strength of a thousand men.
Every movement of the thumb,
takes the strength of a million men.
The efforts and strength left to keep the heart beating.

“Don’t let it stop!”
Is all they would shout.

The sweat, blood and tears shed,
all to make sure it would never stop.
To make sure that its wounds were healed.

If there were to be wounds and holes around the heart,
there would be no flow of blood.
there would be no beat.

Not a “thump” would be heard.