Blood From Stone

The night drags on, ridiculously,
So slowly.
The icy air sends little discomfort,
Anymore.
I miss how we used to laugh.
So enthusiastically,
But now it's just so apathetic,
A smile is something special because i never get one from you,
These days.

It's like squeezing blood,
Like squeezing blood,
From a,
A stone.
Like creating warmth from bone,
Hopeless,
But we try anyway.

The day drags on, stupidly,
So dull.
The burn beneath my skin doesn't even hurt,
Anymore.
I wouldn't even mind feeling the pinch,
Again.
Everything is annoyingly numb,
It's been too long since those butterflies,
Have fluttered.

It's like squeezing blood,
Like squeezing blood,
From a,
A stone.
Like creating warmth from bone,
Hopeless,
But we try anyway.