Waxed Ice Cold

Valiant words like a gentleman's sword, Cutting through my veins- Absconding my own sense of vitality, As desperation complains. And without a word my soul stirred black, And my emotions into an abyss- And I was left alone longing for, The magic of his kiss. Now I tuck myself away, Like an agoraphobic widow- To escape my own pain, This life, that has become a shit show. Now my heart has waxed ice cold, And barely she still beats... But it was he, that was my, misfortune and defeat...