With these hands cold dripping the warmth of my chest the blood flows without restraint as I hand you my still beating heart I kneel before you offering it as I would a gift upon a silver platter you have dined upon the best of what it had to offer an in return got the best of me.
My arms cold tingling as if they fell asleep the feeling not going away, no matter how much I try to warm them. Panic settles in as i look around once again the loneliness I once knew still present as always if only things were different. But who would I be kidding things will always remain the same for me.