Mercilessly sliced open
Struck by the Scythe of society
Cold grey world
Enveloped in the Grim Reaper's cloak.
I'm, an unguided missile
Heatseeker
Yet I can't escape this prison
Because I refuse Death's warm embrace
So I slowly bled
Till love has left
and now I lie alone
In this cold hard bed
A parasite of Life
but life lies dead
Rigor Mortis
so how can I move forward?
Do I even want to?
Icy tears
frozen blood
arteries clogged
energy loss
Shutdown
confide in solitude
hidden amongst friends

Cold heart ripped out
stolen by her..
Does it still beat?
Please keep it warm..
so I can come to you..
...
Heatseeker