In my calm
The ache arises from the ground
Where it remains buried during the day

A lone siren sings in chorus
to the choir of cold stars
Whose heat cannot be felt

Nor the heat of your warm breath
Upon the memories made
Still twinkling in my winter's night

Oh the hollow thud
Of a heartbeat devoured by love
For you were a soul eater

My black heart's hole opens
Swallowing all of the winter's
Cold forsaken images

And as the seas of demise
Flood my icicles of despair
I will no longer shed a tear