If ice could numb,

[and that it can]

my heart's numbness;

ricoched off blue gazes.

And, tonight's no different;

another day, another season.

Just another reason,

to cut the chains that bind.

Years fade by.

Heart's detached.

Tormented inside.

Picking, proding.

Seeking the loop,

that will let me latch;

eternally keeping you.

Yet,

with both hands tied;

I witness time and fate collide.

Hearts are hence displaced;

leaving us to face fate.

Choose to sit,

I will;

in hollow cold and rusty chains.

Remembering your face,

repeating your name.

Your twisted numbness,

has found it's resting place.

Sad part is;

I accept it with grace,

sufficating upon it's embrace

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