I've hardened to stone
I'm icy with little emotion shown
I'm afraid I'll only be known
Once my brains are scattered and blown

Innocence and naivety had me fooled
All matters not if that trigger is pulled
If I'm lifeless and, around me, my essence is pooled
And the heat of my flesh has gone and I've cooled
Until then, I struggle to be energized and fueled
Sensitivities were smothered as survival overruled
Thus, naivety no longer seems to have me fooled

Perhaps if my brains are scattered and blown
Then I may finally be known
For now, I'll be icy with no emotion shown
Because I've hardened to stone