strange happenings within the stone walls of my mirrored mind

Everyday we grow apart with the coldness in our hearts. and every second rips at the remainings of my soul. and my heart out of anger and weakness asks my soul: whats the point of this pain? and my soul out of drained depression replies: i wouldn't know if you have forgotten. yet my heart goes on and waits in all its misery. and my soul takes in death little by little. waiting until my heart decides if its finished or until it has been filled with life again. but without one there is no other. and so they say only like that can they bind together as a whole.