tears won’t fall although I’m sad
the breezee may face me but I won’t cover
glasses turnish when I pass by,
is this cold coming out of me?

voiceless screams of anger and fear,
come out of my mouth
I’m not dead though, icy breaths of air feed my cold crystal heart,
covered by frigid sharply rock,
this heart can hardly beat.

I lock myself up in my room
where snowflakes fall
and anything I may touch covers in white and blue
and I wonder now,
How may I thaw my frozen heart?