What once was flesh
Has now turned to stone
No sunlight can penetrate
No moonlight can save
This aching soul that has now
Gone beyond what can be felt
Expression is petty by all means
Or so it seems, now

The words that once flowed
So easily from this soul
Hard to come by now as life
Slowly ticks, slowly drips
To the coldness of the floor

This heart of stone which has no wings
For they were crushed some time before
By cupid's trample of foot above
With an arrow to the heart to pierce
The flesh and bleed until death
A love that can never be shared

(c)2002 A Riddle