Race to the Bottom

sometimes i like to deduce
what emotion is the worst to let loose
fear, sadness, rage, jealousy, connive
welcome to the starting five

the skin prickles to a rough shell
stomach drops down to the pits of hell
can the heart handle the painful pound
or will she attack to leave me unsound

now the waterworks release to flow
the heart so heavy is she able to go?
now who is sitting on my chest
i can’t breathe please, just a little rest

rage, rage against the dying light!
the heart pace quickens come ready to fight
the battling, shaking, rattling, breaking
fully broken, motive now only powered by the aching

the broken pieces are rotting
purity tainted with envious plotting
their heart is bigger and better than mine
mine doesn’t even beat on time

suddenly a sharp pain takes over my chest
a knife in my heart that i cannot wrest
you purposely let me take the fall
now she doesn’t beat at all

the heart is gone
there is no consensus of the worst emotion
because there is no heart to feel
my spirit so defeated it cannot heal

i guess they all won.