• The cold ice building up in my heart,
    Slowly devouring my life.
    Memories slowly fall apart,
    Should I use the knife?

    Everyday starts a fallen death,
    Ends with more than a wound.
    Descending down to my last breath,
    The heavens took notice and crooned:

    "Why such a being became so sad?"
    "After all, life was given to you."
    "Know that someone always had,"
    "Loved you so much so pursue."

    With that note, the heavens left,
    Leaving me behind.
    The ice in my heart had no more heft,
    So happiness and heart soon aligned.

    I soon began my search for the being,
    The being that loved me so.
    Sadness and gloom was what I was fleeing,
    And directions were simply "go".