Serene and peaceful,
The rain drizzles down.
The cold pitter-pat of its droplets cannot break the silence.
Darkness all around
Broken-up by the stiff, white marble slabs that rise above the ground;
The only reminder of what used to be,
But can exist no more.
I clutch the wet grass in my palms,
My back against the cold ground.
I long to be below,
Completely at peace
I might as well be there,
For love can no longer exist in my cold heart;
Its empty shell is my tombstone.

Morals

Senselessly teaching us morals in the classroom,
How can I be moralistic when I cannot feel anything?
My heart is cold like a deep, dank cellar
with no spark of light or breath of warmth.
I remember a time when things were warm,
when I delighted in everything great or small;
the water I drank, the air I breathed.
But now that joy is gone...
dead like my soul.
The worst feeling is when you are stuck out in the cold,
after spending a cozy day by the fireplace inside.
You remember how good it felt,
you long for that comfort.
But for me, there is no turning back.
No blaze shall ever rekindle in my barren heart.
You ruined me,
left me with nothing.
I hope your life goes well-
with each sweet breath you take, remember...
it came from the sacrifice that killed me.