Butterflies welling in heart I can feel each flutter and the words stumble across my tongue. I hold out my hand to see them shake and quiver their hasn't left to that frozen blue. as I can feel warmth begin to melt that frost I shed a tear to only have that icicle pierce my wrist I realize that it was the shadow of broken man. that couldn't be disappointed in the product it is supposed to mimic.knees weaken and the parts to begin lose sensation and feeling I see my shadow grow and as the last extremities lose everything that was there my eyes shut to see my shadow live even a fifth of the life that had been by this cold shattering feeling