cold of heart

cold of heart

wandering around with fear in my heart, hoping like hell he doesn’t notice. fear smells like blood, blood stains, and he cut me with a knife he didn’t know he was holding. shadows jump out and haunt me, looking like knives, and remind me that i have no heart. i’m cold.

i built a wall, and there’s a hole in it now, but he won’t get through, i’ll fix that fucker.