Ice is hot for my touch
food is poison for my lunch.
Death is like glee
unless it is you, the death of me.
I see the daggers threw your stare
is this meant to scare?
While fear is laughable,
I can not laugh.
Sarrow and pity
though sarrow replaced with witty
remarks off your tongue.
Songs of sarcasm you sung.
They won't reach these ears.
Fore, I inspire your nightmares,
I am your fears.