Another untitled poem...

My heart is in a box
A box of glass
Cold, hard, sharp, unforgiving,
Spiteful, terrifying glass
Cold like icy winter's breath
Seeping, sliding through you
Freezing it's path in crystal white
Hard,
As a rock
No, harder still
So hard nothing can penetrate
Not even light
Though the glass is clear
I can see my heart
I can feel it
Steadily beating
The rhythm of my life
Something is not right, though
Yes, something is very wrong
The beat slows by the minute
Before my eyes
My heart goes black
And cold
And hard
Then, with one feeble tremor
It stills
And with a bell ring
Clarity overcomes my still heart
A sudden icy stab hits me
Breath leaves me
Never looking back
Drowning in pain,
My heart shatters
As I go black
Falling
Falling through time
Through space
Love,
And rage
My body contorting
And screaming
What is this hell?!

Stop
Clarity
Clear as crystal
Light to blind my eyes
But I feel no pain
I feel nothing
Nothing but peace
I don't know where I am
The light is too bright
To see anything but it
Do I even have eyes?
Or body?
I feel neither
Nothing
I feel...nothing
I know nothing
But one
I am home