A cold night,
crisp and chilling.
A biting itch,
painful and killing.
A played heart,
broken and pouring.
Trained in pain,
it had the touch.
A simple word,
A simple answer.
A hating heart,
A loving mind.
"Do you love me?"
A loud chuckle.
"What does that mean?"
An evil glance.
"Who would love you?"
This is your sweet dispair.
A saddened heart,
A thankful soul,
This is your sweet Dispair.