heart shattered
who are you to take my heart, and stomp on it?
the blood gushes out in streams.
the tears on my face stain your hands red.
my heart can no longer feel love.
or hope. or warmth. or joy.
please remain happy.
upon your high horse.
‘t would be a shame
if you fell of said horse.
thanks to you my heart is down,
down on the floor.
it drowns in tears,
flooding la terre.
my heart is dead.
therefore so am i.
who are you to say how i should die.
you however accomplished thus,
as i sit with souls,
as lost as mine.
and no longer cry, or feel pain.
