There is an ache in my heart

There is an ache in my heart,
Like A convulsing, cracked pipe,
The blood that leaks into my veins, cold,
My breath, like stones in my throat,
An image of you like a photograph in my mind.

Stop it!
Oh stop it somebody from freezing my body,
From turning me cold,
From turning me dry,
Oh stop it from freezing my body,
Stop it before i die.

The fog clears and the cracks heal,
But the blood still too cold to feel,
My breath hesitates as my lungs exhale,
My limbs are heavy and my eyes knowing:
I've seen it around you, the wall you've built,
To keep me out or to keep you in.
You've cemented the bricks with my blood,
The blood clings to you like skin,
And i watch it change your form,
I watch you grow into it.

My blood is too weak to tear your skin,
And your skin too tight o hold on,
My eyes reach out, holding on to your remains,
While you look too far beyond.