Turned cold....

Beat of my heart synchronized
with the steps i take......

every pulse pumps infested blood through.....
diseased in darkness,remorse, and pain.

my heart turns black and cold
emotions are useless,
no need for the heart to hold.

i take memories engulfed with grief
and put them away,
to hide in the deepest corner of my heart.

i lay upon my bed pondering
on nothing but the actual freedom of the situation at hand.