• Somehow,something is making me feel cold.
    But not from the outside.
    The inside.
    Bad words reach my mind,as I cross the field of lost love.
    Let me... hold the bleeding heart you pierced.
    Let me... remember the words that you said.
    Let me... run away when I cry...
    I hear a sob in the dark.
    A body left in the ground.
    No grave stone?
    Is it me?