I

Alone my mind winds itself around,
Why is it that I should be here?
Footsteps echo a stalking sound,
The last shaking reason to fear,

No reason to fight - it's dead,
The anomaly occurred years before,
Screaming whispers inside my head,
Abhorring reasons to not adore,

Louder still is my beating heart,
Fiercer than the rest of the embers,
Shining like a Casanova in part,
Melting one thousand Decembers,

Even if the world turns low,
A cold embrace will never last,
This life shall continue to glow,
In every memory from the "past"