Cold Hearted.

by Steven Beesley

Cold like beaten iron
without any feelings of remorse,
your mind is shut and closed
and so is your heart.

Cruel intentions dwell in your soul
from where the hate oozes forth
like a demon who will
welcome death and decay.

Your slanted view on life, so
filled with dark and bitter
desires to kill off ties you
once had.

The drudgery of your life, so bleak,
so mean, so filled with
shallow thoughts that you
are better then all.

Fornicated values you hold to
your breast like gold, such a
pity that you have nothing but
emptiness instead to hold.

From the day we said our sharp goodbyes,
I knew that you would continue
along your selfish path ignoring
what others have told you in the past.

Continue with your predictable life,
nothing has changed and I see that
you have already begun your belated
decline, losing and leaving more
friends behind until one day your are left
being the only one.