So lost amongst the darkness within the cold void not knowing what to do, mind warped and twisted by sorrow and rage creating a madness within.
Drowning in thoughts of what once was and what could have been, clinging to memories of the past and refusing to let go of them, remembering to try and prevent madness becoming insanity.
A mind tortured by loss and a heart shattered like glass, so tired of fighting the war within, losing the battle against sorrow over and over again.
The madness has taken hold and it's to late to turn back now, rage burning within the frozen wasteland, a heart that once burned bright now frozen to it's core.
Constantly lost and alone in the dark, used by a cold and cruel goddess, played with and then abandoned like an old toy never to be touched again.
Embracing the cold and the darkness letting them consume the heart and mind alike, the coldness freezing anything and anyone it touches.
Fire is not the only thing that burns, the frozen ice burns deep within freezing the core, just like fire if you get to close you will be burned.
A touch from the cold fingertips of death shall freeze you and take your breath away...
No more...
No more love...
Love is dead...
The only thing left now is the coldness in the darkness, only a frozen heart now remains in the wasteland, love shattered like glass and it shall never return...
Does any woman dare to approach the master of death?, maybe we shall see....maybe...
Maybe somewhere out there a woman amongst the light and warmth shall try...
Drowning in thoughts of what once was and what could have been, clinging to memories of the past and refusing to let go of them, remembering to try and prevent madness becoming insanity.
A mind tortured by loss and a heart shattered like glass, so tired of fighting the war within, losing the battle against sorrow over and over again.
The madness has taken hold and it's to late to turn back now, rage burning within the frozen wasteland, a heart that once burned bright now frozen to it's core.
Constantly lost and alone in the dark, used by a cold and cruel goddess, played with and then abandoned like an old toy never to be touched again.
Embracing the cold and the darkness letting them consume the heart and mind alike, the coldness freezing anything and anyone it touches.
Fire is not the only thing that burns, the frozen ice burns deep within freezing the core, just like fire if you get to close you will be burned.
A touch from the cold fingertips of death shall freeze you and take your breath away...
No more...
No more love...
Love is dead...
The only thing left now is the coldness in the darkness, only a frozen heart now remains in the wasteland, love shattered like glass and it shall never return...
Does any woman dare to approach the master of death?, maybe we shall see....maybe...
Maybe somewhere out there a woman amongst the light and warmth shall try...
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