Heartless

Blame not the silence in his chest, for he is heartless.
A pessimist, who cracks his knuckles to the boneless.
Tame not the beast he unleashes for he is breathless.
Running from himself, losing all his blood because he thought his heart was his weakness.

Curtain not all his skeleton for he is shameless.
Losing all his love with nothing in his veins to impress.
Blame not his tongue, locking the symphony of the words he expresses.
Blame his roots, blame the seeds that traded his heart for his progress.