Silence perturbs a well-worn mind, breathe in despair. These footsteps echo endlessly in this hollow heart of mine. Beating with no passion, no emotion. Dead and empty. Sitting mindless as if in a dream-like trance and reality seems to fade away with time, the scenes blur, creating a distorted view of what these eyes need to see. Walking in circles with a destination unclear and unmarked. Follow fate down these winding roads that enclose these hands which cover this frozen heart of mine. These tears are burning and if I cry enough they could melt the ice. Forlorn echoes bounce erratically in this hollow cavity that used to be my heart, frozen then melted into a puddle of wasted tears and your footsteps still echo eternally, though you are long gone. They remain to haunt me with angry dreams and unwanted nightmares The scars have remained to prove to me that I�m just as weak as my frozen heart, beating with no passion, no emotion. Lifeless and bare. Stripped of emotions that I once grew fond of and that I grew to hate and these words display emotions that I can no longer feel. If only, if only, could I pretend? I could live happily ever after in this nonexistent fairy tale, finally meeting my one true love. But reality is harsh and cruel, it�s been toying with my tears. Can a heart be revived? Stitched and sewn together once more. Can I pretend to feel these emotions that have been so foreign to me? I can no longer feel. My heart cannot beat and these footsteps, they still keep echoing endlessly in my hollow cavity, walking forever on end until they reach their unmarked destination and your footsteps still remain even after you�ve walked out.
