The heart is shattered
as a cold blade of thought impales the chest
the bilges of the body working
spreading ice through the vains
feeling nothing but pain

pain that cannot be vanquished
pain that does not end
pain that is evermore

the mind,
lost in endless mist
a mist born from the cold blade
meeting
fiery passion
Two titans battling for supremacy
Ultimately the victor already decided
With a final roar the passion is vanquished
The mind is lost
blinded by pain

pain that cannot be vanquished
pain that does not end
pain that is evermore

The body is torn
where is the will to live?
Where is the dawn of tomorrow?
not here, not here
the vessel of our life
feeling
the pain of the ravaged heart
the pain of the shrouded mind
the numbing of the frigid blood.

Pain can be vanquished
pain can be ended
pain is no more
as is life

the body ceases to be the vessel
and the numbing fades to oblivion
...the numbing of the blood