A Cold Heart

The cold of the night doth seep through my veins though i hold the warmth of a heart in my hands.


The cold doth seep, boring deeper and deeper into my body. I begin to feel an emptiness, my body becoming a pit of darkness....

I welcomed it in the beginning. The emptiness first consuming me when i tore out my own heart. I wanted nothing more than to be heartless. To feel nothing...

Though i feel something still. I feel the cold. I feel my heart beating, free from the prison within a human body. My heart is not my own. It belongs to Night...

But Night cannot stretch her fingers out to take it. I must keep the heart. I must carry the burden of this broken muscle until i am frozen into the soil. Earth and Sky shall both be taking pieces of me. But Death is not welcome, i did not ask for this.

Oh, but i did. I had forgotten what made this night so cold. What had made me so cold.

I stopped caring for those around me, stopped loving them as i should. I tore out my heart to end this life that was now so worthless for the evil that i became...



And so i have been brought to my knees. My body turns to dust.....