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.
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.