Detached

The pain is excruciating, blood dripping & flooding on the floor. A man lying on the ground. His heart torn out. But wait, it's only a small piece. Only that small piece in his hand. Detached. His heart looks normal, but not. Just because of that small little piece. He is crying painfully, imploring, wanting it back but at the same time, not wanting it. Why? Why? There is another in the room, his shadow. His other being, grinning, scorning & snickering. The choice is yours. Choose! You choose your life, whether you forsake that small piece of self or you keep it. In this dark and lonely generation, choose the value that you crave or have integrity in character. Does it exists in first place? Only that small piece of your heart you hold in your hands know. Examine it.