There is no light in this frozen heart. br No refractions of love to heat my soul. br I am absent from my own thoughts. br Inconclusive though they may be. br Your voice is an abstract mural of joy. br From which I drink of merciless fate. br Dark and sarcastic hours haunt me. br br Still… br br There is no light in this frozen heart. br No self actualizations to lift my eyes. br I am urgent in my lockless cage. br The eyes of my soul ache from tears. br I miss the fire of the passionate sun. br The silver moon orb dances for only me. br And I smile a languid and satisfied grace. br br Still… br br There is no darkness in this lunacy. br br br Copyright 2010 A.J. McKinleybr br A.J.