Frostbite

My own thoughts, my own

heart betray me

Giving up on me and my soul

Giving up on me and my life

Doubting anything and everything

jumping at the smallest sound...

My own fear

creeping with it's

frozen hands

frostbite on my heart and soul

The final threads withering,

withering

but for that vacant sadness...

plaguing my every move

My every smile

Poisoning all the laughter with traitor fear

Traitor hope...

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I was a little confused myself at the ending. 'traitor hope.' I think what I meant is that little bit of hope you get, after all that hardship, and then you're devastated when it gets crushed again. But, I dunno, I could've meant anything...