Stone Heart

I Am No More

My blood, cold as ice, pumps through my forgotten, lonely stone heart. It beats profoundly against my barren, hollow rib cage, cracking and falling apart into small pieces like an old worn out building in a really bad storm, as I stop and stare. I stare at you and her, and I now know that I am no more to you. I have found my match and I've been beaten cold with my hands tied behind my broken back, forced to lay on the hard, nasty ground as I watch her and her children take over and replace me like I was nothing more than a dead leaf in the wind.
Fight, I want to fight back harder than anyone in this cruel world. But I can not, she has taken my place and you let it happen. Just like the sudden stop of a warm beating heart you let that awful thing happen. Her and her spawns of him, you treat them like they run from your veins. I am the one, along with another, who is apart of your veins and the dark blood that runs through them still but you do not see anymore. You turn a blind eye to what you have and are causing. Like a dying flower floating in the freezing river, looking for life you let me drift away. Drift away down a menacing dark water fall that drops me to the deep, black bottom where I will sink and lay. My precious delicate petals you once cared for torn apart by the ripping force of the water that beats on top of me. For as long as the warm sun rises and sets, this is how I will be thought of by you. Inside your corrupted and manipulated mind this is how I will stay. Forgotten. Cold. And barren. Just like my crumbling stone heart. I am forgotten. I am no more.