Being Fed to Die

I am torn my his face and him,

The one that has tried his hardest to show me his love,

And I am just standing here right in front of him

So close that you can hear his heart beat whisper my name

With the cold air of a harsh winter

Blowing as hard as a hurricane category five

And as fast as a tornado,

With nothing else but lies coming out of my lips,

I feed a heart, just to kill it a few seconds later.