Frozen, Hollow.
When I'm afraid that the life will leave your eyes
And the sun will never shine
And the pain will engulf my soul
And the darkness will hold me.
So I am cold
Blocking out the pain
You say goodbye
And I say nothing at all
I am safe
But I am alone.
Is this what I want?
Yes.
I scream inside,
But the stoic mask hides it.
It is all in vain,
Because my heart is clasped in Shiva's hand
And I am hollow inside.
There is nothing inside of me.
Nothing in my eyes, in my soul
I am an empty shell.
Lost to oblivion
I stopped feeling
And I don't know.
How to feel.
How to love
How to care
How to want.
But I don't care to.
I don't care.
But I am not cold yet.
I am not strong enough.
I cannot stop feeling
All this pain inside,
I say I love you.
But I do not.
Because I cannot love.
I dream of death
Of murder and more
But I could not care.
If I lost it all.
I may even be happy
To finally be alone.
But I don't know what's better.
Death for me
Or death for another.
When your heart is wrenched away from you,
and you forge it back in with ice,
is it better to live,
or to take another's life?
Do I deserve what was given to me?
Do I deserve anything at all?
Would I be better off,
If I had died before I was born?