Cold hearted

The sound of rain on the ground
I had a broken rip in my hand.
There are shattered pieces on the ground.
My heartbeat is the only sound.

A tangled narrative carved into stone
forgotten stories as the speakers droning
Ice-cold heart, frozen in time
Bells began to sound in the distance.

Between the trees, the wind rustles.
Voices were heard on every breeze.
Every bell is drowned with cries.
Secrets that nobody should divulge

a dropped tear that you received
Reflecting rage and lies that have come to pass
Although crying, one tear was not dropped.
A fearful symbol that cannot be seen

Lonely night to be forgotten
another day's agonizing anguish in the heart
The shattered fragments of a broken heart
Sewn together yet separated

The remnants of a love that went up in flames are a broken tear.
Ice heart turned to stone
These muted sounds begin to droning

They convey these stories as if the finish is near until they send
Each story must be told before these lies.
gleaming diamond shards for eyes

The only connection is this frozen heart.
tied with ink and chained in black
Living simply by a drop every day
Should its thumping ever come to an end

The final glimmer of optimism has long since vanished as each day slowly passes.
Unseen by anybody but dreaming eyes, in the meadows of glass and diamond lies

The spirits are waiting for the sacrifice, which will be this ice-filled heart.