Analysis of Only hearts seem to beat

Even more so than my tears,
 my dilution runs free.
 This haste to get away from this scene,
 leaves me in this sub tranquil serene.
 I move as though I'm barely touching the ground,
 just like I do in my dreams,
 where it's so easy for me to walk weightless.
 To enjoy this fresh purchase of air.
 Breathlessness and fatigue has little effect on me.
 I don't understand why my memories hold such agony.
 Daily I witness my horizon as it lessens even further.
 My tears begin to obscure the remains of my vision.
 Makes my writing an arbitrary and diluted decision.
My only record of what's real.
 Seems my words will only uncover,
What I force upon them to conceal.