Past

Cursed by desolation's sting

Broken by what devils sing

Slithering, writhing underneath

Trapped in death's relentless teeth

Wrapped in my familiar vice

My heart is cold and hard like ice

A frozen stronghold guarded well

Content to dine in heartbreak's cell

I reach inside in hope to find

The part of me assumed affined

With pain brought forth from recollection

But all I find is disconnection