Heartbeats.

Have you on any occasion felt a heartbeat which pulsates in some such way that it somehow embodies the features that capture the profoundness of your painful torment? The rhythm of the beats, a sense of vague loss and painful insecurity, the world casually dissolving before you and your heart slamming at your chest ruthlessly and hard as if it carried heavy blood, a gunk of blackened mortar cement aching to break your ribs and tear at the seams of your skin, greedily burning all the oxygen out of your lungs. Then comes the void inmersed in your soul, bit by bit consuming vitality, barring not one bit of faith, not one world of living fantasy forgiven, not one ounce of mercy...