thickening the tears in my head
a wicked little well fills from
my heart whose veins of have made
an apathetic pierced crown
it remains, and remains; sun and night
why it has stopped here, i do not know
a cold, cold chill comes with no light
causing a ice-age of regret, full of snow
an era strong in its might
i have plead with the heart in you
fighting, screaming and crying
have you got no sympathy in you?
my body falls limp as if its dying
an irreversible disease consumes
if tomorrow it could be different
would it make yesterday better too?