i look apon the midnight sky,
looking out with glazed glassy eyes,
i listen for the midnight crys,
or a lonely howl from afar,
but the cry i long for,
will never be more,
then a bad dream,
i scream through the desolate wasteland,
urging myself forward,
i could run for miles, but nothing enters my path,
my frozen heart feeling weak and cold,
icy and fragile, it weakly pumps my blood around,
i feel faint,
my head hits the frozen ground,
one second, one life, one pound,
i rewind my death over and over,
i feel faint,
my head hits the frozen ground,
frozen heart no place to stay,
shattered and scattered over the icy plains,
of dream land,
bad dream,
a lonely scream,
frozen desolate heart...