Crystals consuming my heart
While He takes over my mind
He who does not take his time to ruin lives
Ice in my veins turns me to stone
Once I was life now I am death
A small sharp pain turns to instant pleasure
Then to pain again
I fly so high he cuts my wings
I'll sell my soul to get them back
What soul I have left
Hanging by a thread
I wonder
If I will ever live again
Or shall I always walk among the dead
T.R.
