Heart of Ice Die Die Die

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Emotionless - Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Blood on blood
makes everything go black.
But why then,
does black on black
not make blood come
and the light return?
Sometimes,
when I can't see
for the depression
I wish
that the sun would appear
and let me see again.
But my sun has abandoned me.
He doesn't want me.
And I gave up.
And when I gave up,
I truly gave up.
I was sick of hurting,
I couldn't handle it anymore.
And all that hurt
turned to hate.
Those two words seem to be
so alike.
Four letters and start with an H.
But,
I wish
that my heart would melt once again
in the ray's of the sun.
So I could love again.
Alone
is a pretty sucky way to live on.
Even vampires
hate it.
A mechanic wouldn't be able to fix it.
Blood doesn't work.
The cat left when it saw the work to be done.
And I,
have been left with a very broken heart.
And no way to fix it.
Wanna hand me a wrench?
Oh right,
even the CAT left.
Cutting wouldn't make it better anyways.
What to do, what to do.
Guess I'll leave too.
And there my heart still remains
freezing and broken
on the floor of the garage.
It doesn't hurt so much anymore
but then again,
I can't feel much.

Jan.-2-09


Comments about Emotionless by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kieran J96 (7/29/2010 1:39:00 PM)

    as always beautifully dark, i likes (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 15 Points Eyan Desir (1/9/2010 11:25:00 PM)

    Very dark
    and well express
    wonderful job (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 27, 2010


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