Analysis of July. Heartbreak. Sorrow

Chilly breaths in the dead of night,
Middle of July is such a cold sight.
Breath like icy fire comming from your veins,
Black smoke rising into the air steaming from coal trains.
Warmth comes into my heart as you come near,
Your voice right now is all i want to hear.
What i hear wasnt much expected,
As what you did whs stomp on my heart and wreck it.
Leave me here in my corner of sorrow,
im going to sit here in my own shaddow for every today and tomorrow.
Come get me when you must pleed,
That i am the ony one you need.
Leave me alone here whilst i look towards the sky,
Feeling the full cold heartbreak in the middle of July.