There was a boy to whom the one he loved was
just a toy.

She tore his heart out and left him in the cold,
quite alone.
With his heart missing from his chest
and succumbing to Satan's test
he was chilled to the bone.

With his tears frozen to his face
he walked into his front door
wishing for deaths warm embrace.

With a simple tightening of lace
a swish of a blade
His sadness would vanish without a trace
so there he fell,
on the floor.
Not wanting to take it anymore

There he continued to lie,
Just wishing it would all go away,
and that he would just die
and to his fake friends and his missing heart,
He utters one last
'Goodbye.'