They ask me if she broke you heart does it hurt?
Well I say it hurts you so deep that your heart has a scar that will never heal.
You feel the wounds are closing but as they are closing you heart changes from being soft to be emotionless as a rock.
Your feeling is stripped from you.
You are no more a human you are an object that doesn't have emotions or passion.

from the fire hells i burn
i arise anew human
i care no more about my body and soul
no more pain in my eyes
my blood has clotted and it no more flows
i am a new being which no one can console
i am a new form of the devil that no one can stand
i have surrendered myself to the dark-side
there is no turning back
they say life is filled with light
will i see it as a black world made for people to fight
people eat each others flesh even if that was there own brother
is this the life that should be about love and respect
we breath money and we become selfish
we don't have the humanity to think of others right
let them burn we say when they gave us there heart and trust
this is a cruel world that we all live in
so why don't i make the devil my friend and wait till the world would end.
leave my body to rot in the dirt and surrender all i have got to the other life that i want most.

here's how it happens
the morning after
you reach into the drawer
where the your t-shirts live
to find it austere
you'll shrug because
you're still drunk
& you can't remember
when last it was
that you had something wet
or how long it's been
since you made the floorboards blush
or why the carpet is upset
who wouldn't be
the contents to the upended ashtray
strewn around the apartment
resemble the aftermath
of the smallest war
to ever take place in norfolk
some midnight thief
must've made off with the lighter
because it isn't in
any of your favorite spots
maybe you chucked it
along with a hundred other things
that make noise when they land
in the neighbors yard
you won't remember putting
the refrigerator's belongings
in the bathtub
or scrawling a buzzard
on the bedroom door
but then again who would
you'll pretend it's spring again
before putting on your winter coat
to go out front with a cigarette
in your mouth
you'll hope for a passing stranger
to *** a light from
or drag yourself to the corner
with couch cushion change
to buy a new lighter
and on your way
you won't bother looking back
this is just another day
on eggshells for no reason
another november
choking on birthday candles
on your way home
you step over beer cans
the kind you fell in love with
and wonder who
had the last laugh last night
or if anyone said a word at all
it might've been another
moment of clarity
it might have been some idiot savant
any adjective that feels like home
anything that keeps you thirsty