somehow in a place known to be so warm i feel myself left out in the cold growing old and weary as the chill returns my heart to stone always alone always unknown dreams like frozen glass shatter in shards slicing me apart exsanguination of my soul rivulets of my life trickle down my skin staining the surface not yet blackened my fading mind returns to the thought that no hope equals no fear but without hope what is there and why am i even here