Cold steel...

September poetry number twelve. A re-write. Written in 1980.

Cold steel..

Baby, I told you.
Ain’t no heart in my chest and
I’m just a body that does the daily functions.

I’m dead,
I died a long time ago.
I could tell you a story,
but my words are even locked up now.

You are young.
Still able to love.
Don’t give your love to a man who eyes are dead.

It is myth.
That you can bring back the dead to life.
 Cold steel can only be melted on the  trip to hell.

When you can’t remember the good times,
the tender moments.
You are just a body waiting for the ending.

I have the hunger to touch beautiful things.
I’m well trained,
I will eat you alive,
Leave you for dead.

I won’t care.
If you are laying in sadness and pity.

Cool steel is my name.
My hunger is to look into the eyes of dark Angels,
who will dance the twisted dance of who can punish the other more.

I may tell you, I love you.
 Just words. Just a means to get you to invite me into the
warmth of your warm flesh,
till I release my desire into your flesh and bones.

I was told time heal all wounds.
One more lie, given to us by people trying to pry the
kindness out of us.

I don’t desire love,
I don’t want your pity.
Don’t need nothing but to dance in the heat of the warm flesh.

If you want me to love you, my child.
You should escape now,
for the wall of my heart is mighty tough.

On my trip to hell.
I won’t tell no stories and
I was the man called Cold Steel.

I told you I’m dead.
If you are a fool,
Try to break down the steel walls.

One day.
I will kiss you goodbye,
I will watch your tears
I will tell you.
You wasted your love on a man with a steel heart and no emotions.
I will leave you without feeling any regret.

So my child,
walk away from me.
For something can’t be changed.
I’m dead and buried in a shallow grave. A long time ago.

I can’t remember when or why I died.

Cold steel is my name.

                                   Coyote
                                   1980

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

If you want me to love you, my child.
You should escape now,
for the wall of my heart is mighty tough.
On my trip to hell.
I won’t tell no stories and
I was the man called Cold Steel.

Oh how I love this part, this is amazing! I loved this write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Just Kim. A very old poem. I wrote when I was young and brave. Many a bit, loco.

[Kaye]

This write is simply amazing, I enjoyed this.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very old poem. I wrote when youth was my wealth and thank you Kaye for reading and the comment.