Lost Heart Poem by Unic Cjonr

The tornado of vengeance is played by the flute -
Note not to burn whats hidden by the tree -
And her roots -
My storm of hate -
Hails the screams, the tears are colored in blood -
Inside the ice captured whats left of the poles -
North to the opposite of south - You will find the beating -
The soul which lost her heart -
His -
As in mine -
Dressed to be dresssed -
Not dressed as in a dress -
Because -
That would make no sense at all - So what should, i am not -
Why should anything when - When nothing should