Death Of The Heart
Hours, than days when is felt that only of ice, cold stone
The heart frozen from anger,
disappointment, angst and despair
So still that there is no longer a heartbeat
yet still alive, yet dead to everything around it
In existence only to its self, and yet not existing at all
Blood stagnates, as there is no longer movement
Blocked and forever locked
Slow, painful, harsh
Death of the heart
Lena Marie
9/23/2009
The heart frozen from anger,
disappointment, angst and despair
So still that there is no longer a heartbeat
yet still alive, yet dead to everything around it
In existence only to its self, and yet not existing at all
Blood stagnates, as there is no longer movement
Blocked and forever locked
Slow, painful, harsh
Death of the heart
Lena Marie
9/23/2009
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