Cold...
Its like ice.
It melts in your hand and then it drips away
drip...
drip...
drip...
it has no end and it has no beginning
its cold...
It drips and it runs down your arm
ice, cold, your fingers numb and unmoving
it isn't pretty and it isn't nice to see
cold...
ice without an end and without a memory to spare
you stand there, consumed in the cold and in the ice
drip...
drip...
it falls down and lands on the ground
with a splash and you are once agin left cold
Maybe, maybe this is the end.
