Slow Burn

My heart isn't beating, according to plan
I cherish the days gone by
When thud one and thud two
Closely followed each other
Now there is a great expanse between
The thudding and the breath I take

Breathe in, breathe out,
And always stay just slightly left
Of center
My heart isn't beating, according to my mind
It's supposed to be logical, isn't it?

I think back on those boring days
Of lazing on the couch, drinking tea
Alone and content in my single thoughts
Never wondering about other people

My heart isn't beating
It's slowly fading into the ocean
Seeping out, like slow blood loss
No wonder I've felt so dizzy, so light
It feels like I'm floating

Hovering slightly above the water
I watch the stars burn out
Dimming themselves for the sake of the moon

My heart isn't beating
It's burning

In Between

I'm looking up at a swinging light bulb
No other filament around to show me a pathway
Like Alice as she cowers in the darkness
Any hint of a song or colorful beam
And I'm running towards it, recklessly

Only, the pathway has so many bends
Curving sharply out of my sight
Rounding the corner to find myself lost again
Where I've been felt good and easy
Where I'm going feels fleeting

This is somewhere in between
Along the path that leads to nowhere
I'm missing something in translation
My words hastening to my lips
But unable to produce a sound

I'm stuck...