There aren't many ways to express,
the hollowness I feel inside.
It's vacant and stale;
Like when ice and cold air collide.
All of my senses are altered,
as I try to find you within me.
I can still faintly smell your sweet fragrance,
like that honey you would put in your tea.
I wonder what could be colder than your lifeless corpse.
As my mind began to understand the answer this riddle
I felt my being become very brittle.
My thoughts are scarce;
my heart is frigid.
And the scars that are etched in my soul are so rigid.
I cannot be thawed as I am numbed out with fear.
And ever since you left, it gets colder each year.
-Ciel
