the Feeling

a fiery burn  
from a jagged shard  
of an ice cold heart  
dragged across my skin  
 
slow and steady  
I thought it would be  
never ending bliss  
warm sweet honey  
 
but now  
drops are dripping  
metallic and ice cold  
as blood seeps out  
 
my mind becomes  
my tourniquet  
reason is reliable  
unlike my love  
 
no more shall I sing  
of pointless desire  
when the emptiness  
seems so full