The Survived Broken Cardiac

I had swum
In the ocean of pains
Where my thirsty throat
Was watered;
With whirlpool of tragedies

The drizzling tears
That cascaded unimaginably
kinging the palace
Of my innocent eyes
Were the blood(s)
That spilled within
My broken cardiac.

So,
Scare me not
With pains.
For, pain was my old amigo
That I have conquered
With a mere bullet of courage.

Though,
I gorged on melancholy
And drank with
The tragical pool of pain
And it has made me
An innocent beast.