Cold

He cut her heart out, it was ice cold,

Was surprised that when he cut her wrists, blue, instead of red blood flowed out

Brown eyes lifeless, a smile on her pale face.

"Did you forget that you already killed me?" She asked him
He looked perplexed, "How?"

"You helped my heart turn cold." She answered. A maniacal laughed echoed in the dim-lighted room, she had turned bitter, cold, dead.

He frowned, then looked pitifully ashamed. "I'm sorry." Was all he could say.