Frosted Heart [2005]

Old Poem, I almost enjoy this one.

Death of a hero
is like death of a land
Now death of me
is like death of sand

It is not important
as neither am I
When the hero dies
he recieves praise and prayers

I recieve nothing
as you will not
We are looked on upon as the hated youth
hurting anything we see fit too

The rage won't end
and neither will this world
But when your veins burst
from the coldness in your heart

I will not feel sorry for you
as I should not
You wouldn't feel sorry for me
would you, my love

Author's Note

R&R

Reviews

[Guardian]

Very emotional and powerful. It flowed well and kept me reading steadily down the page. It was really great. I liked it.