What lay inside,
Your heart of stone,
Is it furry burning,
To the bone,

Or is it cold,
Like frosted glass,
Light a match,
In dry grass,

What hides inside,
Your heart of stone,
Do you fear,
Being all alone,

Yet courage strikes,
Like ramped rage,
The fire lights,
In painful haze,

What dies inside,
Your heart of stone,
The love that once,
Was well known,

But embers drift,
In genital breeze,
When the flames die down,
You fade with ease…