Flutiebear: Rambling My Way Through Thedas

He never said when it would happen.
Only that it would.
You couldn’t have predicted the day. The minute.
How the moonlight would fall, ice-blue, 
on your one hundred millionth heartbeat—
that fierce mud-muscle still rap-tap-tapping
on ribs carved with
someone else’s name.
You couldn’t have known that
the pump would fail the body first.
How this flesh, once galvanized from
dust and worms and the lowest of matter
would exhaust itself and sag, sick and weary,
toward the familiarity of hell.
You couldn’t have seen it coming,
because you never believed
you had a heart to vulcanize.
But nightmares never lie.
When the man with black eyes said
this is what you’re going to become
you should’ve known you’d follow his lead.
But you didn’t have to do it
heart first.

quick notes:

Screencap’s from “Repo Man”, right after Jeffrey says “Love of my life, actually”