Ice Cold

Shards of fire
balls of ice
pour down like sun
and shine down like rain

The heart strings lay broken,
on a soulless stage,
A cruel, cruel fate,
for a ice cold case.

Your body lay in tatters on that ice cold floor,
always craving something, desiring it more.
I can't give you what you had,
and I won't adapt to a fading fad.

So at an impasse we lay broken,
Beaten, bloodied on that ice cold floor.
However, I get back on my feet,
And you lay there always craving more.