How many heartbreaks will it take to turn this heart into stone?
It has melted once, a long long time ago.
Fires of passion died, the remnants hardened with time,
Disfigured, settling, the heart moulded to a new shape,
Yet beating to a rhythm, the only one it knows
The chambers went on filling in, as soon as the voids
Every corner housing sweet memories of tempests
I wish it would melt once and for all into the arms of nothingness
No walls, no chambers, no memories of a lost time
No rhythm to alter, no feelings to silence, no fear of the end...