Cold

Cold.

Feeling.

At last.

Something colder than my frozen heart,

The warmth of a frozen world.

A crack in my shell,

Hide it quick, before they see.

Is that fire in my eyes?

Can't be, my fire turned to smoke long ago.

Smoke turned to ashes in my soul,

More stains on the easily corruptible.

A tear leaking through to my heart,

Turns to ice and builds my defenses.

Defenses against the world of sorrow,

Friend of the dark morrow.