Better Tomorrow

All I want is to be able to feel her warmth once more as I hold her.
A warmth to dethal the heart that I feel begining to freeze over.
Will it be frozed and cold befefore a few weeks.
Or will the love she claims to no longer have be able to save me.
I fear returning to such a dark place, it's not something I feel I could take.
A cold and numb heart is an unbearable weight.
Yet I find myself hopeing to change this horrible fate.
I plead with the heavens and I scream at the night.
Finish what you started, Kill me, Destroy me, Take my life.
Why would someone want to live with out a reason?
All my motivation is in the progress of leaving.
On my knees My heart is open, willing to take it all, engulfed in the sorrow.
Working so desperatly as its hopeing for a better tomorrow