A heart as cold as stone

Sitting in the dark,

In my hands is a cold heart,

I dont know where to start,

Is this some form of art?

It looks so lonely,

Kind of blue,

I keep wondering,

Who does it belong to?

I found it near the door,

Do they not need it anymore?

There's blood all over the floor.

It looks bruised and very sore.

I tried to warm it up,

Hoping it would beat,

But I soon realized,

This heart belonged to me.