Heartbreak is a cold and viscous man.
Comes to steal joy when I thought love was grand.  
I don’t understand how pain became apart of a plan that was made for only love to come my way and stick like sand.
My heart overflows with much sorrow as I grieve for my heart and soul that is now hollow.  
Heartbreak came and stole my love and peace and now I’m rocking back and forth with psychotic unease.  
As anger continues to rise and rise, the tears are flowing more and more heavily from my eyes.  
My heart is aglow with spewing lava from Hell.  
A downward spiral in my brain is occurring, can’t you tell?
I stopped writing to see how quickly time flies.  
I noticed then what would avenge my peace and love.
The answer is the day Heartbreak dies.  
And that is a day that will be truly sent from above.