Heart of Stone

And they say he sculpted his heart out of stone,

A stone, he became on rage,

A rage born of an unrequited love,

Shattered and dismantled picture frame remains,

Misery and pain of an undaunted age,

Where silent screams conserve

Into a shadow, hatred defies kind domains.

Trapped among the thick mist of sadness

And blinded by the dusk of his past

He wanders, a lost soul,

The tears have been frozen

And the wound no longer bleeds,

For all that he was left with scatter within

Remain broken and betrayed.

Holding on to a dream,

The echo of a long forgotten memory clings

To his blank vision and deaf icy ears,

Emotionless he walks towards the darkness

For the shadow of the forgotten

Had built the pain inside his heart

That slowly has been ripped apart.

Left alone in his thoughts and sorrow

To be a fraction of the lost,

He outrageously craved a new self,

A self he was never meant to be,  

Destined to be a part of the rock

He hammered one to be his own part

Solely convict love within a stone heart.