• if only the warmness of the bright yellow sun would kiss my icy skin
    im so cold..blue..alone
    as the shimmereing moon rises behind a black sky
    i lay shivvering on the pierceing cold ground
    no warmth left to my soul
    just icy death
    by morning i just know it will overwhelm me
    but no..i fight it off..it has yet to win
    that icy death that awaits me
    and one day it will be to late for us all