• heart hard as stone
    held tightly in the hands of fate
    words engraved let blood seep through
    through woe it stands
    in the rising waters it sits still
    still as dead wind
    quiet as the end
    its sorrow leeks out of the cracks
    a small trickle
    but the flood still remanes
    twisted thoughts from times past are trapped inside
    they sit in their prison
    they scream for freedom
    but the crys fall to empty space
    echoing into nothingness
    the sound carrys on to no ears