Chaos

This chaos born of absence
Bares roots in two hearts
One is empty
And the other
I cannot find
The first one is mine own
And though its beat is weak
Its flash pale in color
A heart still it is
The second heart, shadowed away
You must be familiar with
Though i know not of it anymore
Yes its your heart that is the second
Baring the roots of this chaos
And i cannot see it
To discern a way to end it
So i lie
Quaking in abysmal chaos
Unsure
Unbalanced
And soon to be
Unfeeling