DCF

Cold and broken, sitting like stone in

A coffin of ill design.

Traces of shadows, broken, dance upon

that shattered face of

Ice and broken veins. If danced once,

Your heart, then it it would

Ride a thousand beats of

Lover's flames.

There's nothing there, no pain no malice.

Nothing but that

Frozen waste of twisted hearts

And broken promises.

If ever laugh had passed those lips

Of steel, then heaven

Would reel upon that golden axis

And flicker, dead.

Silence. Pitiless and cold. There

Is nothing holding sway

But the ticking of the dial in the

faded light of dawn.

Blink upon the light of the sun

And turn that face to

Cool in the shade of night.

You shall never melt.