Never Again/by:Haunted Lunacy

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The poets heart once loving 
and bold,
now bitter and dark, silent
and cold.
The pieces they crumbled
until nothing remained,
Just a frigid, quiet void,
where he kept all of his
pain. 
Never again would the 
poet feel love, he will shut 
out them all, even god up 
above. Do not seek out
his heart or reach for his 
hand, just let him feel
nothing so he will not 
be hurt once again.

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