Heart ache

My heart is cold,
its starting to grow,
black as the night,
now as a crow.

What is this,
its turning red,
how could this be,
for it was dead.

Why is it bleeding,
coming out of the sides.
it was never like this,
before it had died.

Why is it warm,
whats the deal,
the dark and cold,
its starting to peal.

I see now,
its a new heart,
im ready to break it,
im ready to start.