A Broken Heart

Deep down in my heart,
Rains the dust of broken shards, 
More beautiful than the snow,
The most painful of all.
 
Dead flowers turn from the sun,
Their heads in their hands,
For shame, for pain,
For the sorrow of the insane.
 
The ground, cracked and useless,
Was scorched from anger,
Flooded by tears,
And soiled by hidden fears.
 
The wind carries it's burden,
The longing for freedom, resurrected,
Bringing with it the sound of crying,
Of people that have long been dead.
 
Endless valleys of black and white,
A place where beauty had left behind,
Truth has taken it's residence here,
Just as destructive as the lies.
 
Hope had long made it's exit,
The sky lay at the bottom of the sea,
A gaping black just stared down,
Soulless, empty, darkness multiplied by infinity...