Ice Pick, that poem was touchin'..
Love… All I wanted to do… was surround you… simply…cover you…
comfort you… cherish you… keep you near… forever…

My heart… torn… raped… and discarded…
My soul… tired… as if I am no longer willing to go on…
My mind… confused… as if I do not except what has just happened…

:: The unexpected has come to past ::

Our love… is nothing more than a faint memory…

What was once in my hands… has crumbled…
I try to hold on… struggling to gripping tighter… but… the remaining ashes… seep through my hands… slowly…

:: What… has forced you to no longer love me, care for me… like I did for you… ::
^nice all nice... keep droppin' that nice stuff, Ice Pick..

__________________