The shade of my heart,cold and gray. The sound of her voice,So far away. Depths of my sinssink down below,Hidden and cloaked, So dark they don’t show.the echo of her callGrowing farther still; Dividing us,a wall. Draining my will, Straining my mind,To hold back the pain. My head is linedwith thoughts of her slain. Just a whisper now, My throat is so hoarse. Sweat thouches my brow. So this is remorse? I think that i hear her.My body is tense.I pound on the wall, Can’t withstand the suspense.My chamber is crumbling; The brikcs will divorce. The skirl of the crashEases my pain. And,yet, I despise This decaying the refrain. Rain pours down on my faceas she lies there, My thoughts erase. Her beauty…so rare. Apathy fills, she stares, helpless and dead. Her soul has been freed, While coated in dread. I collapse on the floor, Uneasy and still, Life closes the door.My agony made a kill.I lie here, depressed, my heart still cold and gray. I felt such distress. I died on this day.