So cold

A dull warmth on my face

I was vertical

But now I curl back in pain

You're purity

You're innocence

Like an angel

No-one can understand

Don't touch this frosted glass

My warm front's cold within

The contents have a jagged edge

That rip and tear inside of me

You shouldn't be

Allowed to breathe

I'd stop that in a heartbeat

And smile on your lifeless form

Let the tears fall from this broken heart

She doesn't love me

I can't imagine she ever will

Its salt in my wounds

Brokеn I scream

INNOCENT

It gets cold

Flatline, Flatlinе, Flatline