I love the cold, it reminds me what this world really is behind the mask.

I let it overtake my body, im so use to it, its the only thing i know that isnt mystery.

Everyone is inside warm, calling out to me ...

They want to reach me, but i'm the only one who knows how far gone i am ...

Out of reach.

What i feel isnt weakness, what they feeling are.

Ill take my unwanted and useless thoughts with me through the lonely winter storm.