I look into the mirror.
Into my Cold blue eyes.
Is there anything more?
Any longing? Desire?
The laughter is hallow, the light is dim.
There has got to be more than this.
What am I missing.

I place my hand on my chest.
Onto my Cold, beating heart.
Is there room for more?
Anything other than this constant Frost.
The love is shallow, the strings are frail.
There needs to be more than this.
Where (when) did I go wrong?

I hold onto her tightly.
Wrapped in my Cold, meaningless arms.
Where is the love?
Where is there anything but myself? My Chilling thoughts.
The friendships are weak, the love is withering.
There needs to be some way to fix this.
Why are we like this?

Death seems almost appealing.
What lies beyond is scary.
Maybe Hannah's right?
Perhaps there is a constant nothingness.
Maybe my mother is right?
Perhaps there is a place in Heaven for those who pray.
Or maybe there is Hell?
How bad could it be.
Oh yeah, I know.
I've been living there for the past year.

"After your dreams have all died and morning isn't mourning, what are you?"