Day falls and with it the temperature.
You walk quietly through the night,
As you do through the world.
The cold pierces with agonizing blades of glass.
Where is shelter?

You thirst and hunger for more than knowledge.
Your body is weak.
Your mind is weaker.
Where is love?

My soul reaches out a hand to lift you up from the cold concrete.
You take my hand.
You take my shelter.
You take my love.
As best you can without clarity.

A bitten hand.
A shelter destroyed.
An already broken heart.

Every negative word they told me,
piercing at my very soul like a dagger that cuts through the heart.  muscle surrounded by the dagger  does not bleed until removed.
Once removed, that heart will bleed out and the victim, will die.

I do not bleed from the heart, only from the eyes.
A single warm tear falls upon where my heart once was.
An Ashen Gray Camaro drives away into the night.
One driver, no passenger.