Cold Hell

How could hell be this cold?

The day they died,

it was the bomb of an answer

to the atomic question asked.

The egg of ego crushed!

She’d managed the obvious cracks

since she wanted ‘us’ to work.

But he was there for fun,

never ‘us’.

‘Us’, was her gullible dream!

‘I don’t care!’,

the last bullet shot her face

before he proudly walked away.

How could hell be this cold?