So it begins on a mission so curious
A voyage seeming endless
Beating at a pace as if delirious
With a will so relentless

Then it finds what it thought it was looing for
And hangs on with no release
Until that counter part strays what it was searching for
And so forth the process of decease

An equipped shield that parishes with ease
And no look the danger coming forth
To be attacked ever lasting like a disease
A crisis beginning with war at the source

And as it decays it will attempt to stay strong
But failure is a common option
A bloody battlefield in the fight for who was wrong
For now it is and has been, dead and gone

I really don't have a title and was wondering for suggestions on that. The piece is a metaphor for the heart not worked on much just freestyled a bit. Any criticism would be much appreciated.