A heart once warm is now cold as ice,

The feelings that wandered, now escaped from sight.

The eyes that were lively, full of love and care,

Are dead as a doornail, carrying revulsion and fear.

Fear of losing, what is lost already;

One realization needed, to accept it lately.

Funny it seems to be a damsel in distress,

Knight to the rescue, no sir; but a heart depressed.

The mind is going feral and wild; now seeks to hide,

Leaving me in the consequences; created in its presence, alright.

I thought black was merely a color, symbolizing the dark,

Dark? - dark, how much dark?

Darkness that I see when I walk in night,

Or the darkness that ambles within me ghosting inside?

The promises that you made, all lies; of a maze,

Maze that you crafted with disgrace.

How naive I was to act, that everything's well,

Yet you did this, telling me it won't happen next.

They say every saint has a past and sinner a future, 

But you were here, in the present; a conniving seizure.

A saint by appearance, a sinner by actions,

A fiend, in true definition.

We've been told, hazardous it is to play with fire;

Dangerous it is to play with water,

Why did nobody tell?

Evil it is to play with humans.

Can ice hurt?  

Not more than a cold heart does.

Can ice burn?  

Not more than fire does.

So why does a cold heart ignite me,  

Burning me inside out, splitting me in two?