shattered glass

final cry made of glass busting into a mangled mass. feeling pain that won't refrain a cry to die is all that remains. deep within the chambers of the heart desires bleed like notes on a harp .sticking deep with pain silent sharp. Icy water fills my soul causing warmth to unfold leaving pain numb astnd cold.no more to hold my body is sold stiff and old.feeling the warmth of death as ...she continues to be my mangled mess