November Rain

Hearts
As cold as sleet
Beating frigidly
Within a desolated cavity

A wasteland of remembrance
Teetering on madness
Echoes thoughts of insanity

Where words
Vitriolic at best
Cuts deep
Beneath the soul

A place
Where beauty once lived
Lay ugly and abandoned

And as winter creep
Through cracks long forgotten

Love

Lie trampled in the madness