a million thoughts in my mind
with so little time
to ever really know
to know how i feel-
is this even real?
as i'm slipping down a slope
a slope made of wind, of ice; frostbite-
maybe this is hell
but its all in my head,
you'll say with a grin
that chills me to the bone.
i left paradise
to succumb to your vice
so only time will tell
if the sun ever will rise-
not in your world,
but mine
or will i stay and play pretend?
