Cold, Cold Heart

Along the shoreline take a stroll,
A lonesome, heavy stride.
Await the fog bell’s final toll
For secrets to confide.

Be warned, though, that your breath will cost
A price you cannot pay.
Amongst the dead all love is lost,
As all else must decay.

Familiar tastes the blood-wrenched mist,
Adherent of this art.
I knew the moment that we kissed
That nothing warms your heart.


7 thoughts on “Cold, Cold Heart

    • And where would you find character, then? All I find, methinks, is spinelessness.
      On a side note, this one is not taken from real life but straight from my nightmares – which may, to be sure, occur in the daytime.

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