My heart was but solid stone
Surrounded by carved cold bone,
The beats had all but now flown
That moment entombed and sewn.

Could  I ever greet another's heart
Or would each feeling tear us apart
Better to be ending this at the start
Cold stares greet, now you do depart.

My feelings like thorns now do bleed
Signs on a face, words etched to read.
A heart no longer lives, no longer in need,
All that now grows is hatreds ****.