in the graveyard

somebody buried my heart. the problem is - I don't know in which grave exactly. Going here and there and asking: 'Excuse me, haven't you seen my heart? It's so icy now that I'm totally unable to describe it, it's changed for sure, since somebody took it away from me...' Nothing does answer me. Even silence has forgotten mercy.
Therefore I live without my heart, with a big hole inside my soul and I wonder how long death is going to make fun of me...

death around my soul

there is another year of another deaths with thousands of tears and sorrow in souls... R.I.P. would you say next to the grave of your love... without praying, just asking 'what for?'