The cold burns.
It's so cold I'm numb,
but it stings.

Sleeping makes me tired.
When I don't sleep I feel more alive than ever,
while feeling completely exhausted.

The loudest sounds deafen us.
And while everything is quiet,
the smallest things are loud.

I scream and nobody comes to my aid,
but i whisper and the world hears what i say.

The greatest of Stories,
occur in the darkest of times.
But the biggest of tragedies unfold,
when all is fine.

It's inconsistent