A piercing coldness--
Starting in the core of one's being
Rippling through scattered veins
Escaping clammy fingertips
Forever etched in the minds
Of those who hear, see, smell and feel
The inescapable dread,
Which drains one of color
Those pieces of a heart ripped out
Leaving a consuming black hole
Strangling ones insides,
Filling the throat, and stealing the breath
Tears betray pain,
With such a quiet incision of the soul
All leaving one to beg the question, why?
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