Venturing into the heart of insanity,
(my mind)
I fear that i will lose myself.
I hear the blood rushing in my head
(Will it ever drown me?)
As its the only sound i hear apart from myself.
Alone with my thoughts,
(Wish me well..)
Maybe this is what i want.
Insanity. Chaos. Something.

As far as your hopes, I appreciate them dearly,
for indeed, the temperature has been rising.
But, the fact of the matter is that it's the middle of winter.
I can't remember a time in which it's been
so cold.
And simply put, I'm only growing colder.
The spot where we laid in the lawn
has been dusted with snow
and nobody has visited me since you left.
Other's have tried, but, seldom stick around.
My porch grows more vast every day.
The slits between the beams become a reminder of my flaws.
And it is now that I fear
that the only thing that could ever warm me up again
is you.