The dawn greeted me
in hues of pink and violet

The dusk bid
fare thee well
in hues of orange

The moonlight
kissed and caressed
my skin
in a gentle glow

The mists of time and space
bathes me in dew
drenching me to my soul

Drenched and shivering,
The mauled slivers of trash
Drag themselves down the sewers
And into a bottomless pit of hate.

It meets my heart there,
Sitting and wallowing in self pity for its destruction,
Reminiscing the old days
Where it was plump and happy,
Red and full...
When it wasn't exposed to the true nature of love.
Words of hate thrown like snowballs,
Freezing it over,
Chipping bits of it away
Until it was almost gone...

Tears soaking up all the blood spilling out of the wounds of the dear heart,
It mixes in with the dew
Bubbling, steaming,
Churning into poison,
Until finally it burns through everything,
And no heart, no soul is left.

How hard it is to be grateful
for all those little pleasures
when the heart is torn asunder