Heartless

Secrets holding tightly to your beaten heart with every beat bleeding every pulse is a deadly start your grip is weakened by all the blood that was lost, Look into my eyes and see your sins cost your another beath shorter and another second closer to dead, your so cold your body shakes so much closer you get to the final breaks so here you hang in dread down dead, where you lay in the gutter with your heart only half as dead as mine here you shall cross the final line