The heart is but a tapestry of emotions
Intricately interwoven and balanced.
A network one can get lost in,
An infinite intersection.

And when one chokes himself on a thread
He points in the other direction.
Staking his claim on a cloud
One pushes forth with his accusations.

Responsibility is left unattended to
It hovers over an abyss.
Brave souls vie for what cost their lives
Yet the one to whom it belongs hides in a crease
The crease he christened his mind.

Irony.