The Heartless Horseman

He wakes up in the morning wondering why,
Sitting up, he wishes he could just stay down,
Just another day wishing life would let him die,
Waining, faltering in the guilt that makes him drown..

I am the Heartless Horseman,
Please guide me to her grave,
I feel not fear nor pain, but I want it to begin,
So I must find my heart to become brave

Your Heartless Horseman travels to the abyss,
Dashing, running, hunting in a sea of hearts,
In my haste Is there something that I miss,
Has my heart dried up and become parts?

This Heartless Horseman the angel does not embrace,
She only keeps my heart in her tender grip;
I start to run, the heart begins to race,
So near I am startled by her tears, and start to trip..

My Heartless husk slams the ground, face in the blood;
The colors fade and I clutch to life like a hungry leech,
But I feel winter crawl up my spine and I hear no thud,
The last thing I want is to see what was just out of reach..

The wind of winter tosses me upon my back,
I let myself stop breathing but I open my eyes;
The sight is but a statue holding my heart attack,
So near the end I see the angel was a bold disguise

The Heartless Horseman lies in the pool of tears,
Searching for his share of peace before the end;
He's been waiting for so many drawn-out years,
To reclaim what time had refused to mend

The out of place sensation of warmth had finally found its way to the Heartless Horseman, giving him something to feel before he at last found his peace. The only regret he may have had is that he didn't hold on long enough to truly feel it.