Blood on blood <br />makes everything go black. <br />But why then, <br />does black on black <br />not make blood come <br />and the light return? <br />Sometimes, <br />when I can't see <br />for the depression <br />I wish <br />that the sun would appear <br />and let me see again. <br />But my sun has abandoned me. <br />He doesn't want me. <br />And I gave up. <br />And when I gave up, <br />I truly gave up. <br />I was sick of hurting, <br />I couldn't handle it anymore. <br />And all that hurt <br />turned to hate. <br />Those two words seem to be <br />so alike. <br />Four letters and start with an H. <br />But, <br />I wish <br />that my heart would melt once again <br />in the ray's of the sun. <br />So I could love again. <br />Alone <br />is a pretty sucky way to live on. <br />Even vampires <br />hate it. <br />A mechanic wouldn't be able to fix it. <br />Blood doesn't work. <br />The cat left when it saw the work to be done. <br />And I, <br />have been left with a very broken heart. <br />And no way to fix it. <br />Wanna hand me a wrench? <br />Oh right, <br />even the CAT left. <br />Cutting wouldn't make it better anyways. <br />What to do, what to do. <br />Guess I'll leave too. <br />And there my heart still remains <br />freezing and broken <br />on the floor of the garage. <br />It doesn't hurt so much anymore <br />but then again, <br />I can't feel much. <br /> <br />Jan.-2-09<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotionless-11/
