I haven't shed a tear,
At Least not for You,
Ill Be living in fear,
of losing You.
Feelings so frigid,
Yet so dark,
feels rigid,
on my broken heart.
My Fear is so plain,
yet so colorful,
feels sharp like pain,
and yet so dull.
Mind so forgotten,
And so cold,
doesn't begin to glisten,
as it grows old.
Where is my life?
Where is my Shadow,
where is this light,
in this dark and damp meadow.
The leaves are dry,
the grass fake,
who knew a tear so small,
could fill up a lake.
If life is great,
mine slipped away,
Telling what fate,
awaits me the next day.
Love is Hate,
Death is life,
And this fate,
just cant be right....
