Your eyes were chillingly cold.
The air was empty from sound, but our unsaid words were however bold.
You raised your hand once again and repeated that god awful phrase, I flinched away missing your shot out of rage.
Anger paints you in colors unexplained. Somethings happened to you where gods the only one to blame.
Your like a burning out flame, trying to find a spark to fill the void in your empty heart.
I'm curious does it beat?
I think not when your fist comes in contact with my skin on repeat.