A Heart(h) Without Flame.

Silent... Cold,
The only sound a creaking door.
Fragile... Old,
Timbers rotting beneath the floor.
Deadly... Mold,
Inside the walls forever more.
Undeniable... Shame,
And the hearth in the house in my heart has lost it's flame.

Beating cold blood just like it should,
My mind needs to gather tinder and wood,
But, Woe, the forest was cut down,
The hearth wants to make a crackling sound.
There is not a twig left to burn,
This lethargic melancholy was earned,
Alone in this dank musty room,
Awaiting hungrily for death to come soon.

Veiling my thoughts to the ones I hold close,
They don't need to know the anguish I feel,
Never asking why I smile so fake,
So deep in their own droning thought.
Inflicting self pain is what I crave most,
To color a canvas with some steel,
If I try to indulge then they will take
Me back to thew place where my stain was wrought.

Abandoned... Place,
I am the only soul inside.
Disfigured... Face,
In this damp home I will hide.
Depressive... State,
The fire inside isn't alive.
Non-Negotiable... Snuff,
Nothing I do in this world is never enough.