I see you standing there,
And my heart bubbles up with joy.
Glowing like a wood-fire in winter,
Warm and bright.
But you treat me coldly,
Just like everyone else.
My heart crusts with ice,
And I feel no pain.
But then the dark things come,
Creeping ever neared in the shadows of my broken heart.
Their pale faces looming like night time
Horrors from a child’s midnight terror.
Their icy fingers clutching at my gut.
And then I’m remote,
My eyes are blank, my face a mask.
My chest is full of stone and ice.
And when you start to care
You’re to late,
And I am gone.