Darkest night, cold to the touch
That's how I used to be.
Heart of ice, hard and sharp,
That heart belonged to me.

Shy and scared away I ran,
from knives and hugs alike.
A lonelyness that filled me up,
but left me wake at night.

Back then I was far away,
and I'd still if not for you.
I would of died, void of love.
as true born mazoku.

Then one day I grew quite bold,
and started following my woes.
In those months of frightened follows,
my heart no longer froze.

This was fairly long ago,
I was mazoku;
even though I'm sometimes cold
I owe my warmth to you.

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my site. I'll write better!